Hindsights - Heavy Head | Текст песни

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• Hindsights
• Heavy Head

Slowly dying on my feet,
Letting the ground engulf me.
Everyday I keep telling myself
That I don’t want to tear my hair out.
Exhausting all my options
And I’m not even coping.
Come 5pm and there is nothing left of me.
Exhausting all my options
And I’m not even coping.
Come 5pm and there is nothing left of me.
My head is slipping from my palms,
Holding my head up.
The skeletons left under my bed,
Are coming alive again.
I can’t think them away.
Exhausting all my options
And I’m not even coping.
Come 5pm and there is nothing left of me.
Exhausting all my options
And I’m not even coping.
Come 5pm and there is nothing left of me.
Exhausting all my options
And I’m not even coping.
Come 5pm and there is nothing left of me.
Exhausting all my options
And I’m not even coping.
Come 5pm and there is nothing left of me