Tragic
Am I moving backward?
I can't tell these days
Am I losing touch or do I think too much?
Overanalysing, I internalise everything these days
So I put my palms together
(I promise that I'll)
Put in all the effort
(Head in it all)
In spite of all the pressure
I'll walk until my feet bleed
Furthest thing from easy
Step out from the pile
(I promise that I'll)
Make this worth your while
(Head in it all)
Because I know that
I'll walk until I feet bleed
Furthest thing from easy
Dried up
Nothing in the reservoir
I thirst these days
Put the blinders on until the thoughts are gone
And all the doubt vacates
And gives my head some space
It's kinda hard these days
So I put my palms together
(I promise that I'll)
Put in all the effort
(Head in it all)
In spite of all the pressure
I'll walk until my feet bleed
Furthest thing from easy
Step out from the pile
(I promise that I'll)
Make this worth your while
(Head in it all)
Because I know that
I'll walk until I feet bleed
Furthest thing from easy
If you put me on a shelf, I won't live long
If you say it's temporary, I'll be gone
All my fingernails bitten to the ends
(Reaped and sewed, dry and old)
If I said I wasn't anxious, it's a lie
If I said the validation soothes my mind
Does that make me more human in your eyes?
Everybody has a date that they expire
Is it shameful that this keeps me up some nights?
Knowing that if I don't play my cards just right
Every part of this could vanish in my heads
Fingernails bitten to the ends
