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Texty: EARSHOT. Tongue-Tied.

Last night I dreamed that you were dead
The only way that I could find to clear you from my head
I find it hard for me to get past all the shit you did to me
In spite, at night I try in vain to get my mind at grasp

Tongue tied, I feel so terrified
I?m so sick of being on my own
This feels like suicide
Tongue tied, I feel so dead inside

Some things are better left alone
Completely out of sight in mind, never to be told
I find it harder to express the things that no one else can see
But me, sometimes I wait for days to get my mind at grasp

Tongue tied, I feel so terrified
I?m so sick of being on my own
This feels like suicide
Tongue tied, I feel so dead inside
Struck me in a world I can?t control
This feels like suicide

So I?m still waiting, taking my own time is all I can do
Should?ve known you?ve had things to hide by that look in your eyes
I can hear the words, now I finally understand
This feeling of uncertainty that leaves me now

Tongue tied, I feel so terrified
I?m so sick of being on my own
This feels like suicide
Tongue tied, I feel so dead inside
Struck me in a world I can?t control
This feels like suicide, this feels like suicide, this feels like suicide