歌词
Am I done with therapy?
‘Cos I’m still missing me,
My heart burns solo,
My blood runs so cold.
Maybe I think too much,
With the pains of growing up.
Everything is falling out of focus,
The more I learn, the less I know about myself,
And there was simplicity, in who I was before,
Maybe I’m just missing me, and the way we were.
I’m caught in the riddle,
Of a life so simple,
No dreaming by the sea,
I’m drowning in the deep.
Maybe I think too much,
With the pains of growing up.
Everything is falling out of focus,
The more I learn, the less I know about myself,
And there was simplicity, in who I was before,
Maybe I’m just missing me, and the way we were.
Everything is falling out of focus,
The more I learn, the less I know about myself,
And there was simplicity, in who I was before,
Maybe I’m just missing me, and the way we were.
Maybe the growing pains, they’ll keep me warm in the night,
Maybe the growing pains, they’re what I need to get by.
Am I done with therapy?
‘Cos I’m still missing me.
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