Contagious

(альбом: Cold World - 2016)

Sticks and stones from a strangers throw,
Have never much affected me,
But words from those,
Supposedly who matter most,
Are nothing but poisoning.

You cut me down,
Drag me out,
Down and out to your level,
I'll never find myself stooping down to this.

(It feels like it's)
Taking a part of me,
From the inside.
(It takes the best parts of me)
And I don't know why,
I'm here anyway,
But it feels like,
Falling to my face,
Adhering to every part of me.

My pessimistic attitude is contagious,
With friends like these who needs enemies?

You cut me down,
Call me out,
Take your opportunity,
Just to scrutinize every single word that I say.

(It feels like it's)
Taking apart of me,
From the inside.
(It takes the best parts of me)
And I don't know why,
I'm here anyway,
But it feels like…

Falling!!
To my face, face, face…

And I know all about this place,
I'd say it was a part of me,
Take this mind and make me clean…

PLEASE!

Please push me cause I'm close to the edge!
Finally I won't lose my head!

(It feels like it's)
Taking a part of me,
From the inside.
(You take the best parts of me)
Now that I'm finding why,
I'm here anyway,
Makes me feel like,
Falling to my knees,
Adhering to every part of me!