Not everything can be described in words you write.
Some moments only live beneath your skin.
It isn't always sadness that can lead you to the edge,
Sometimes uncertainty's enough to push you in.
I know what you want to do when I'm not
The steady hands you've grown to know.
I'll take the best that you can give
And build myself a home.
But I know, that I can be abrasive,
The way I place my words.
I think I'm worthless.
Get me out of this house.
I don't think I like myself anymore.
And I'm trapped in this house,
Like I'm trapped in my head.
And I'm trapped in this house,
Like I'm trapped in my skin.
But I know, that I can be abrasive,
The way I place my words.
I think I'm worthless.
Get me out of this house.
I don't think I like myself anymore.
Say nothing.
I think I'm better on my own.
I don't need you at all.
I don't need anything.
I'm just overworking myself,
To show progression.
I'll move out and die exhausted someday.
And I'm trapped in this house,
Like I'm trapped in my head.
And I'm trapped in this house,
Like I'm trapped in my skin