my mindless humming
"please help, I think I'm dying"
I know it's just your heart singing
bum
bum
bum
this is my personal hell
open your eyes,
I'm trying to yell
I'm sorry...
build me a brain crafted from steel
or anything to make me feel
the alluring threat of nostalgia holds me so dearly
I can't escape it
I cant escape it
I can't-
