my worst
Can you hear me through all of this skin
Are you sure, or are you on auto-pilot
Losing air usefull to me
Suffocating inside myself
Sentences become words
And Vaccuum extinguish fires
Tighter fists to hold on
It's freezing cold when you're covered in mud
I'm a poison, another monster
a pretendor, nothing you look for
I'm a plague, just a virus
cut me off, disinfect
Don't you know that I'll always be there for you
but you don't need me
I'm not changing
confused, insecure
arnoldeasy, man, 34 jaar
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