2 acessos
Why control me
Why do you want to own me
Oh what's the use
People aren't what they seem
Sound of a phone breaks
Into a new day
The gun in hand
Are you really better off
So confusing
So misleading
The room seems cold
I see you're afraid of what comes next
It's time to relax
Not time to expect
Don't look at me
Nothing is what it seems
Like a cold day
Drains in every way
Confused again
With all the voices in your head
SO THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE NO NO FEELS LIKE