i'm sick of knowing what i came from i'm sick of all this fear of everything i could've been it warps me it turns me into a haunted object screaming for something 30 by 30 room of wood and glass this is my home i'm kept here in pieces across the floor configurations flashing on the display i see them a million times a day
this is how i will spend my life caught in alternate selves the pale light this is how i will spend my days caught somewhere far away
i can feel it it always comes back deep in the pit of my stomach it feels like it feels like
i'm sick of knowing what i came from i'm sick of all this fear of what i could've been it warps me it turns me into a haunted object screaming for this aching indecision to leave me alone
i couldn't tell you when it started i can barely explain it feels like someone else inside my brain get me out they can have it, i don't care i'll find a better place and stay there
this is how it ends this is how it's always been i can't remember, i don't know what i mean reduce me i want to be somewhere else something else anything elseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.