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There's something inside me that pulls beneath the
surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling, I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced
That it's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
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להיות חולה זה
כמו גראס, רק
עם... בעצם זה
לא כמו גראס. |
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