I/Incentives/Dusk (feat. Tory Robertson of Harbours)
I’m letting go Of the person I was to be, Without a sense of security My heart decayed I was wasting away I’m fucking sick of the heartbreak
I’ve lost my mind, over the thought of isolation Over the stress of expectation I’ll reinvent myself and weed out lies that corrupt the soil in me
Push me up pull me down, Throw me side to side Remove the ground from beneath my feet, your void won’t consume me I’m broken; I need to regain my pride I once held a hope that, relied on compromise My outlook has grown strong, I’m not caught up in the fear of losing you One thing’s for certain, I’m fucking over always missing you Always missing you
For what it’s worth I always adored you But we were destined to fail from the start
Speak to me, And tell me what to believe Let me breathe, As I try to forget Speak to me
(I’m sick of falling) In the hope that you will return (I’m sick of falling) for the notes that you left at home (I’m sick of falling) for the person you turned out to be (I’m sick of falling) Just leave me beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.