I find it hard to hide it my pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve my skin will scream
Reminding me of who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that Im driving theres no hiding for me
Im forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real
I find it hard to hide it my pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve my skin will scream
Reminding me of who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that Im driving theres no hiding for me
Im forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real