Spillin' my feelings on a page
Feelings on a page (Page, page)
Gotta write my thoughts down in this notebook
This moleskin journal
That leather-bound to take account of my feelings eternal
Gotta write what gives me pain
What makes me bitter with rage
Mix in them thoughts that's strange
And all the demons that plague
Rather have that mental health
To serve that mental health
Write it down it lifts that spell
Otherwise I'm straight into hell
This notepad don't go bad, won't get stabbed
My Chambered Secrets
If hope had a nomad, he'd have no weakness
Spillin' my feelings on a page
Until I wither with age
With all my thoughts proclaimed
I live my life like a game
Matter of fact these leaflets hold sequence of my frequent worries
Negative achievements that keep us on the sleepless journeys
Even in my dreams I'm not supreme
And I don't have lead of a regime
I'm behind the scenes and behind the screens
I'm under the streams it seems
Underneath the streams on my face
Underneath the salt that I taste
Dealin' with these demons I've embraced
I feel myself go to waste
I know when I'm feeling the worst
I know when I'm feeling the reverse
Every verse rehearsed until it hurts
And I go skrrt skrrt in that hearse
Spillin' my feelings on a page
Until I wither with age
With all my thoughts proclaimed
I live my life like a game
Spillin' my feelings on a page
Until I wither with age
With all my thoughts proclaimed
I live my life like a game
Salpo - Journal Lyrics
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Spillin' my feelings on a page
Feelings on a page (Page, page)
Gotta write my thoughts down in this notebook
This moleskin journal
That leather-bound to take account of my feelings eternal
Gotta write what gives me pain
What makes me bitter with rage
Mix in them thoughts that's strange
And all the demons that plague
Rather have that mental health
To serve that mental health
Write it down it lifts that spell
Otherwise I'm straight into hell
This notepad don't go bad, won't get stabbed
My Chambered Secrets
If hope had a nomad, he'd have no weakness
Spillin' my feelings on a page
Until I wither with age
With all my thoughts proclaimed
I live my life like a game
Matter of fact these leaflets hold sequence of my frequent worries
Negative achievements that keep us on the sleepless journeys
Even in my dreams I'm not supreme
And I don't have lead of a regime
I'm behind the scenes and behind the screens
I'm under the streams it seems
Underneath the streams on my face
Underneath the salt that I taste
Dealin' with these demons I've embraced
I feel myself go to waste
I know when I'm feeling the worst
I know when I'm feeling the reverse
Every verse rehearsed until it hurts
And I go skrrt skrrt in that hearse
Spillin' my feelings on a page
Until I wither with age
With all my thoughts proclaimed
I live my life like a game
Spillin' my feelings on a page
Until I wither with age
With all my thoughts proclaimed
I live my life like a game
Feelings on a page (Page, page)
Gotta write my thoughts down in this notebook
This moleskin journal
That leather-bound to take account of my feelings eternal
Gotta write what gives me pain
What makes me bitter with rage
Mix in them thoughts that's strange
And all the demons that plague
Rather have that mental health
To serve that mental health
Write it down it lifts that spell
Otherwise I'm straight into hell
This notepad don't go bad, won't get stabbed
My Chambered Secrets
If hope had a nomad, he'd have no weakness
Spillin' my feelings on a page
Until I wither with age
With all my thoughts proclaimed
I live my life like a game
Matter of fact these leaflets hold sequence of my frequent worries
Negative achievements that keep us on the sleepless journeys
Even in my dreams I'm not supreme
And I don't have lead of a regime
I'm behind the scenes and behind the screens
I'm under the streams it seems
Underneath the streams on my face
Underneath the salt that I taste
Dealin' with these demons I've embraced
I feel myself go to waste
I know when I'm feeling the worst
I know when I'm feeling the reverse
Every verse rehearsed until it hurts
And I go skrrt skrrt in that hearse
Spillin' my feelings on a page
Until I wither with age
With all my thoughts proclaimed
I live my life like a game
Spillin' my feelings on a page
Until I wither with age
With all my thoughts proclaimed
I live my life like a game
Writer: Salvatore Ponsaing
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid