If the words ain’t right ya
Bottle em up inside
And I keep rerunning
These moments in my life (Mind)
like I’m hiding somethin
the truth inside the lie
What am I becoming
Can’t say it loud (Should i spell it out)
Soft spoken
I am not one to open up
I’m broken
But I’m slowly warming up
Got my heartbeat drumming
And it makes me feel alive (it races in the night)
Then my mouth starts running
Initiate decline
and the gears keep spinning
Who else can I blame
So I Shut it all down(and I shut down the system)
pulling all the plugs
Soft spoken
I am not one to open up
I’m broken
I am prone to go self destruct
I’m moving fast but all the doors are closing
Stuck running in place, any time of day
On repeat, my inner clock is broken
Infinite pursuit, nothing gained to lose
Soft spoken
I am not one to open up
I’m broken
I am prone to go self destruct