I text late, I dont want too
But it's easier this way
I feel shame for this
But i'll get back one day
I talk to myself in the mirror
Just to get my point across
I feel out of breath but superior
At least I got my point across
I embrace all the hate
It's easier this way
I don't know am I busy?
Maybe I'm distracted
I talk to myself in the mirror
Just to get my point across
I feel out of breath but superior
At least I got my point across
I could try letting go, but I don't want to know
How it feels to forgive, how I've bled on this
But maybe I'd get my point across
How it felt to relive, now I'm shedding this
I could try letting go, but I don't want to know
How it feels to forgive, how I've bled on this
But with mercy, I'd get my point across
How it felt to relive, now I'm shedding this