Cold Sweat

(albüm: Inside My Head - 2015)

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How am I supposed to think in a house
When my family is always crying
Nothing worse than just getting by
The drought of debt it leaves us dry

Please know we're doing our
Very best
I've been dragging us through the rest
But it's still not good enough for you

You left me here now I feel like
I'm the only one without room the breathe

One day it will make sense
But right now it's hard to see
What's left of myself
No truth in your memory
I need this time to make you see
This lifes not what it seems to be

You talk behind closed doors
About everything you're going through
How the hell was I supposed to know
What the fuck is wrong with you?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You think you know uncomfortable?
I can write you 100 books
Face down on the hardwood floor
It's an image that still comes back for more

With my bare hands I brought us nothing at all
I tried so hard to be the one not to call

You left me here now I feel like
I'm the only one without room the breathe

One day it will make sense
But right now it's hard to see
What's left of myself
No truth in your memory
I need this time to make you see
This lifes not what it seems to be

How the hell was I supposed to know
What the fuck is wrong with you