His fingers are right through my hair
We are going straight to nowhere
Anxiety, I'm tired of fights
Cheerful girls cry at nights
It's so dark outside
But you said that inside I have light.
Anxiety, I'm tired of fights
Cheerful girls cry at nights
Anxiety, tired of fights
Cheerful girls are crying
Anxiety
His fingers are right through my bones
I am close to believe that he loves
His fingers tangled in mine
Who runs fingers down my spine?
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