Your like a fish, swimming in my veins.
Your like a chill, out in the rain.
Something is wrong, but you won't tell me what.
I'm in depression staring at my wrist, it feels like its cut.
Theres stuff I'm reading, hoping to be there.
But I'm up in heaven were everything is fair.
Your like a chill, out in the rain.
Something is wrong, but you won't tell me what.
I'm in depression staring at my wrist, it feels like its cut.
Theres stuff I'm reading, hoping to be there.
But I'm up in heaven were everything is fair.
