It rumbles.
Deep inside my stomach.
It crumbles.
It mumbles.
Even with the tech.
Every site I check.
I feel it bubble.
I'm such a wreck.
I'm in trouble.
I feel it toil and rumble.
I don't feel safe.
Something makes my heart tumble.
It's butterflies on a chase.
They're having a race.
Against my heart.
Who can go faster than I want to face?
My body is torn apart.
It's all in the heart.
I'm afraid.
I'm afraid.
