In my dreams.
In these tunes.
It’s hard to breathe so let it be over.
Blast the drums in my ears.
So I can’t hear the sound of my fears.
And I can’t feel my own tears.
Tell me why is it so hard to breathe.
Shout and scream it out loud.
So I can’t hear my brain pound.
When I’m high above the cloud.
Let me crawl out of this skin to feel alive.
Please, someone scream to me,
so I can’t hear these thoughts in me.
An object is only the strongest at its weakest point.