Last night i dreamt that you were dead
the only way that i could find
to clear you from my head
i find it hard for me
to get past all the shit you did to me
in spite, at night, i try in vain
to get my mind back right
Tongue-tied
i feel so terrified
i'm so sick of being on my own
(this feels like suicide)
tongue-tied
i feel so dead inside
struggling in a world i can't control
(this feels like suicide)
Some things are better left alone
completely out of sight and mind
never to be told
i find it harder to express
the things that no one else can see
but me, sometimes, i wait for days
to get my mind back right
Some say waiting
taking my own time is all i can do
should've known you'd things to hide
by the look in your eyes
i can hear the words loud
(and now i finally understand this feeling of
uncertainty that leaves me now)