Something’s grabbing hold of my lungs and pressing out all the air - ahh.
Something’s groping ‘round in my heart, I wanna know what’s there.
My reactions aren’t mine anymore, I wanna know what for.
And what more is in store?
The part of me that still can reason know there’s nothing there.
But my mind isn’t clear.
The littlest things can take me there.
And I’m pulling you down, down, down.
I don’t wanna make a fool out of myself.
I don’t wanna do this anymore.
I don’t wanna fall back in to tears.
I don’t wanna make a fool out of myself.
I feel like I’m much bigger that this.
Come on give me a kiss.
You know you’re my bliss.
I’m feeling like myself at a camp, the age of ten.
“Åh jag vill åka hem!”
I’m talking, thinking, feeling – trying all my tricks.
But nothing clicks.
I don’t wanna make a fool out of myself.
I don’t wanna do this anymore.
I don’t wanna fall back in to tears.
I don’t wanna make a fool out of myself.
I feel like I’m much stronger that this.
Come on give me a kiss.
You know you’re my bliss, baby.
It’s tearing me apart we could not go deeper. |
