The Inner Workings of Me
I’m in a dark room
Nowhere to hide nowhere to go
I turn around and you’re gone
I’m all alone, I’m scared to death.
I’m ready to jump off a ledge into
My bed. I’m ready to let everyone
See that inside of me is a twister a
Monster on the loose
Catch it and see the inter me
I’m lost, scared, lonely, on the edge,
Ready to crack… done, get to know me and
You will see like isn’t all flowers
And prettiness, it’s Hell broke loose inside
My head
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