I make the most of all the stress
i try to live without regret
but i m about to break a sweat
im freaking out
its like a poison in my brain
its like a fog that blurs the scene
its like a vine you cant untame
oh im freaking out everytim
e i turn around something dont feel right
i might be paranoid
im boarding the lines
cause they just might split
can someone stop the noise?
i dont know what it is
but it just dont fit
im paranoid
yeah i take the next stairway steps
to get some air into my chest
cant hear the thoughts inside my head
im still freaking out
jueves, 2 de julio de 2009
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