Wavelets
Cannonball
Growing up again,My arms are numb.I fight the urge to hate myself'cause that's what I demand.Sitting here in a map pool, poisoning.How did I get here?Walking out just to say what I need.Fights around.My head is down.My eyes are closed.Screaming in the backseat.It's just hard,to find yourself.The things I lost.It's just so hardto find yourself.The things I left behindStars are reminders of the things I lost.Stars are reminders of the things I left behind.
From Letras Mania