Last Night I Dreamt That You Were Dead

The Only Way That I Could Find

To Clear You From My Head

I Find It Hard For Me

To Get Past All The Shit You Did To Me

In Spite, At Night, I Try In Vain

To Get My Mind Back Right



Tongue-tied

I Feel So Terrified

I'm So Sick Of Being On My Own

(This Feels Like Suicide)

Tongue-tied

I Feel So Dead Inside

Struggling In A World I Can't Control

(This Feels Like Suicide)



Some Things Are Better Left Alone

Completely Out Of Sight And Mind

Never To Be Told

I Find It Harder To Express

The Things That No One Else Can See

But Me, Sometimes, I Wait For Days

To Get My Mind Back Right



Some Say Waiting

Taking My Own Time Is All I Can Do

Should've Known You'd Things To Hide

By The Look In Your Eyes

I Can Hear The Words Loud

(And Now I Finally Understand This Feeling Of

Uncertainty That Leaves Me Now)