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You won't let me speak outWith my best efforts to make you seeI'm feeling so tied downIncarcerated whilst you pull my teethWhat are you scared ofRegretting the things you might of saidOr is it the monsters clad with razor teethHiding deep beneath your bedIt's a little bit harder when you try so hardIt's a little bit harder when I'm anxious and over thinkAbout this and the things I missWhen you're falling apartIt's a little bit harder you'll seeLetting go of the monster in meNext time I'll try harderMy imperfectionsMaking promises I can't keepI'm sick of these ghostsWith holes in sheets, they keep me from my sleep(They keep me from my sleep)We're both happy to walk awayWe've got our own issues to faceI'm sick of all these ghosts and motions complicateWe're both happy to walk awayWe've got our own issues to faceI'm sick of all these ghosts and emotions complicating Aus Songtexte Mania