I feel you
In my head, my head
Don't you feel me
Again, again
I stare at the floor tiles again
And I'm so tired of cleaning up my mess, cleaning up mess
I don't wanna be seen as a fake
But I can't seem to show up to anything
You're the reason I'm in pain
But I won't make it in time
And I'm burying myself it's a righteous waist of time. of time
You told me we were fine
I'd never heard you lie
Except for this one time
For that I'll give you mine