Over thinking again about every little thing you do But you forget about everyone that means something to you You have thousands of worries that all boil down to one An insecurity about life
Come crying home is an everyday thing for you I go through a box of tissues in your little tiny room Your cheeks are red, from the warm tears rolling down your face But then you'd cry some more I guess it's just one of those days Where you don't wanna get out of bed Crystalise yourself in those covers Until the point where you won't get out You have a beautiful story That's not the way you should be writing it down You have a beautiful story That's not the way you should be writing it down
Quite happy one day, then very sad the next Just because of one guy telling you that you're a mess You take that in, and you write it down on your arms But then you'd cry some more I guess it's just one of those days Where you don't wanna get out of bed Crystalise yourself in those covers Until the point where you won't get out You have a beautiful story That's not the way you should be writing it down You have a beautiful story That's not the way you should be writing it down
I guess it's just one of those days Where you don't wanna get out of bed Crystalise yourself in those covers Until the point where you won't get out You have a beautiful story That's not the way you should be writing it down You have a beautiful story That's not the way you should be writing it down That's not the way you should be writing it down, no no Crystalise, crystalise