Bedsheets I’m gonna buy myself a new mind Refresh, clean slate I’ve been ready to rewind Back my life start this time I’m not making the same mistakes in this life Chose wise If we had a do over Do you know when you’d turnover? Change the path that you took originally Write a new future by redirecting your past differently Or maybe not start over but you wish you could speak liberally Forget laws of times this would be unstintingly A chance to talk to your past self and guide them with your sympathy Because you know what they’re going through, they’re going through miserably You can watch your life through blurry memories with rapidity You can find the mark of whenever or however you lost your sanity Here’s my soliloquy I’m not okay don’t know how far back it goes I know i find myself insane and I’m scared that it shows Or I’m insecure and everyone knows They see me how I don’t, or not how I chose Maybe I’m deliberately believe I’m something that I’m not even close to being, maybe opposed But I don’t think I’m supposed To find out, because no one really understands themselves right? Those who figured don’t have a dead light When you look in their eyes You might see shining back and smiles that convince you they’re alright But those with dark glares Shows that they’re scared you can tell that they’re in a fight Constantly with them selves, constantly in conflict Constantly because nothings clicked No revelation, they’re stuck in a trick A mind trick twisted and sick A dark game, the rules aren’t strict They’re just confusing and hard to depict Hard to unpick Stuck and restricted Forever afflicted Games life and minds plays cannot be predicted So strange that when you’re released you find yourself addicted Everything’s simple and scary Boring I’m weary It’s going to come back, hit back harder Whoever the crafter Of our life, the game master Is has got me on the edge of my seat I don’t like it here, I’ll cry in my sheets I’m crying under covers I don’t want to be bothered I don’t want to be asked about my weeps I’ll hide tucked in myself in bed sheets Tissues cover the floor Empty boxes I don’t have any more I need to wipe off pain that I’ve weeped I think I’ll clean my face with bed sheets Bedsheets is my safe place I can’t see the world and the world can’t see my face I’m not ready I’m scared of defeat So it’s easier to give up and hide in bedsheets I’m weary I’ll go out and crumble to pieces I’m fragile and I’m desperate for releases it’s Impossible to leave So I’ll stay here under my bed sheets
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no way it's The Creators - Sound of Insanity Revisited - Stages 1-6 (Complete)
Little Memories Marching On
This hits the spot
Thank you so much!!! 🖤🍷♥
I’m walking down the aisle to this I just decided
Banana army approved
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Bedsheets
I’m gonna buy myself a new mind
Refresh, clean slate I’ve been ready to rewind
Back my life start this time
I’m not making the same mistakes in this life
Chose wise
If we had a do over
Do you know when you’d turnover?
Change the path that you took originally
Write a new future by redirecting your past differently
Or maybe not start over but you wish you could speak liberally
Forget laws of times this would be unstintingly
A chance to talk to your past self and guide them with your sympathy
Because you know what they’re going through, they’re going through miserably
You can watch your life through blurry memories with rapidity
You can find the mark of whenever or however you lost your sanity
Here’s my soliloquy
I’m not okay don’t know how far back it goes
I know i find myself insane and I’m scared that it shows
Or I’m insecure and everyone knows
They see me how I don’t, or not how I chose
Maybe I’m deliberately believe I’m something that I’m not even close
to being, maybe opposed
But I don’t think I’m supposed
To find out, because no one really understands themselves right?
Those who figured don’t have a dead light
When you look in their eyes
You might see shining back and smiles that convince you they’re alright
But those with dark glares
Shows that they’re scared
you can tell that they’re in a fight
Constantly with them selves, constantly in conflict
Constantly because nothings clicked
No revelation, they’re stuck in a trick
A mind trick
twisted and sick
A dark game, the rules aren’t strict
They’re just confusing and hard to depict
Hard to unpick
Stuck and restricted
Forever afflicted
Games life and minds plays cannot be predicted
So strange that when you’re released you find yourself addicted
Everything’s simple and scary
Boring I’m weary
It’s going to come back, hit back harder
Whoever the crafter
Of our life, the game master
Is has got me on the edge of my seat
I don’t like it here, I’ll cry in my sheets
I’m crying under covers
I don’t want to be bothered
I don’t want to be asked about my weeps
I’ll hide tucked in myself in bed sheets
Tissues cover the floor
Empty boxes I don’t have any more
I need to wipe off pain that I’ve weeped
I think I’ll clean my face with bed sheets
Bedsheets is my safe place
I can’t see the world and the world can’t see my face
I’m not ready I’m scared of defeat
So it’s easier to give up and hide in bedsheets
I’m weary I’ll go out and crumble to pieces
I’m fragile and I’m desperate for releases it’s
Impossible to leave
So I’ll stay here under my bed sheets
demented hell
I found it
cool 🤤🤤🤤
Thanks. I can’t stand the singers voice.