It’s piling up, a constant hunger I’ve been yearning for so long You’d start to think that I’d be used to this, with every problem I dwell on I’m still suffering, is this what I need? A new love for a false sense of peace Justify the sad excuse, of a stranger I call “me” A stranger I call “me”
And if you pull the heartstrings, while closed in with clipped wings I couldn’t be enough for anyone when I hate myself
I’ll pretend that I’m okay like this But you can tell by my tone of voice It’s not up to choice for getting out of this bed I’m in Staying dormant in dark places I fall right back in I concealed the guilt, tearing down any love I built
Now I’m wearingthin I’m letting go, as you’re slipping (feel it all cave in) Will all this pain be useful someday? Pessimism finds its way, to keep seeping through my veins
And if you pull the heartstrings, while closed in with clipped wings I couldn’t be enough for anyone when I hate myself The peace offering doesn’t mean anything When all I see are these insecurities, making me my enemy
I’m all worn down I can’t wait this out My mental health is defeated now And I heard the sound In this broken house The memory serves me well
Please, could you pick up the phone? I’d say it all, I’d make it known That I’m not what I seem That you’re everything in between someone who’s leaving
And if you pull the heartstrings, while closed in with clipped wings I couldn’t be enough for anyone when I hate myself The peace offering doesn’t mean anything When all I see are these insecurities, making me my enemy
And if you pull the heartstrings, while closed in with clipped wings I couldn’t be enough for anyone when I hate myself The peace offering doesn’t mean anything When all I see are these insecurities, making me my enemy