{LYRICS}
There’s something wrong with me
But I can’t figure out what,
And I’m struggling to find myself
I drink to the bottom of bottles,
And I fill my lungs with smoke,
But I’m struggling to know myself
I pierce my face,
And I tattoo my thighs,
And I still don’t know myself.
I mask what I think,
And I’m scared of who I am,
How could I know myself?
Does anyone really know me?
Am I playing some sort of game?
Do I really know myself?
I love opossums,
And I really love my friends,
Could I really love myself?
Is there something wrong with me?
Am I making it all up?
Maybe I know myself.
I mask who I am,
Because I’m scared,
To really know myself.
I think I love myself,
Despite all I’ve done.
Despite who I am and what I’ve become.
I really love my friends,
And I love dressing up
I think I know myself.
There’s something wrong with me
And I can’t figure out what,
But I know myself.
There’s something wrong with me
But I can’t figure out what,
And I’m struggling to find myself
I drink to the bottom of bottles,
And I fill my lungs with smoke,
But I’m struggling to know myself
I pierce my face,
And I tattoo my thighs,
And I still don’t know myself.
I mask what I think,
And I’m scared of who I am,
How could I know myself?
Does anyone really know me?
Am I playing some sort of game?
Do I really know myself?
I love opossums,
And I really love my friends,
Could I really love myself?
Is there something wrong with me?
Am I making it all up?
Maybe I know myself.
I mask who I am,
Because I’m scared,
To really know myself.
I think I love myself,
Despite all I’ve done.
Despite who I am and what I’ve become.
I really love my friends,
And I love dressing up
I think I know myself.
There’s something wrong with me
And I can’t figure out what,
But I know myself.
{LYRICS}
There’s something wrong with me
But I can’t figure out what,
And I’m struggling to find myself
I drink to the bottom of bottles,
And I fill my lungs with smoke,
But I’m struggling to know myself
I pierce my face,
And I tattoo my thighs,
And I still don’t know myself.
I mask what I think,
And I’m scared of who I am,
How could I know myself?
Does anyone really know me?
Am I playing some sort of game?
Do I really know myself?
I love opossums,
And I really love my friends,
Could I really love myself?
Is there something wrong with me?
Am I making it all up?
Maybe I know myself.
I mask who I am,
Because I’m scared,
To really know myself.
I think I love myself,
Despite all I’ve done.
Despite who I am and what I’ve become.
I really love my friends,
And I love dressing up
I think I know myself.
There’s something wrong with me
And I can’t figure out what,
But I know myself.
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