Tounge-Tied

Wil Martin, Earshot

Last night I dreamed that you were dead
The only way that I could find
To clear you from my head
I find it hard for me to get past all
The shit you did to me
In spite, at night, I try in vain
To get my mind at right
Tongue-tied
I feel so terrified
I'm so sick of being on my own
This feels like suicide
Tongue-tied
I feel so dead inside
Some things are better left alone
Completely out of sight in mind
Never to be told
I find it harder to express the things
That no one else can see, but me
Sometimes I wait for days to get my mind at right
Tongue-tied
I feel so terrified
I'm so sick of being on my own
This feels like suicide
Tongue-tied
I feel so dead inside
Struggling in a world I can't control
This feels like suicide
Some say waiting
Taking my own time
Is all I can do
Should've known you've things to hide
By that look in your eyes
I can hear the words
Now I finally understand
This feeling of uncertainty that leaves me now
Tongue-tied
I feel so terrified
I'm so sick of being on my own
This feels like suicide
Tongue-tied
I feel so dead inside
Struggling in a world I can't control
This feels like suicide
This feels like suicide
This feels like suicide

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