Tragic Am I moving backward? I can't tell these days Am I losing touch or do I think too much? Overanalyzing, I internalize Everything these days
(Chorus): So I put my palms together (I promise that I'll) Put in all the effort (Head in it all) In spite of all the pressure I'll walk until my feet bleed Furthest thing from easy Step out from the pile (I promise that I'll) Make this worth your while (Head in it all) Because I know that I'll walk until I feet bleed Furthest thing from easy
Dried up Nothing in the reservoir I thirst these days Put the blinders on Until the thoughts are gone And all the doubt vacates And gives my head some space It's kinda hard these days
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If you put me on a shelf, I won't live long If you say it's temporary, I'll be gone All my fingernails bitten to the ends (Reaped and sewed, dry and old) If I said I wasn't anxious, it's a lie If I said the validation soothes my mind Does that make me more human in your eyes? Everybody has a date that they expire
Is it shameful that this keeps me up some nights? Knowing that if I don't play my cards just right Every part of this could vanish in my heads Fingernails bitten to the endsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
