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You're doing what now?
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You're doing what now?
“I was in love with the thought that we were in love with each other”
is such a devastatingly beautiful, but simple, line.
“I was in love with the thought that we were in love with each other”
is such a devastatingly beautiful, but simple, line.
Anyway, Sleep Token continues to rule.
Anyway, Sleep Token continues to rule.
"Well, nobody told me I'd get tired of myself"
I get in my own head more often than I ever talk about. I just don't talk about it because I convince myself, wrongly, that my struggles are nothing compared to those others have. It's sometimes hard for me to allow myself to feel.
"Well, nobody told me I'd get tired of myself"
I get in my own head more often than I ever talk about. I just don't talk about it because I convince myself, wrongly, that my struggles are nothing compared to those others have. It's sometimes hard for me to allow myself to feel.
"And nobody told me I'd be begging for relief
When what is silent to you feels like it's screaming to me
Well, nobody told me I'd get tired of myself
When it all looks like heaven, but it feels like hell"
I hide my grief and anxiety well. I feel this HARD.
"And nobody told me I'd be begging for relief
When what is silent to you feels like it's screaming to me
Well, nobody told me I'd get tired of myself
When it all looks like heaven, but it feels like hell"
I hide my grief and anxiety well. I feel this HARD.