Disregarded
Disregarded
No-one seems to care
That's all in my head
I know they're there
There's a pain on the inside
No-one sees from without
Everywhere I go seems like i'm under a cloud
And I need time
To reflect on myself
I need time
To reflect on myself
Reflect on myself
Now that that's done
I think it's time to admit
It didn't really help
But I'll pretend it did
Put a gun to my head
I'll put my hands up
I know I shouldn't but I am giving up
And I need time
To reflect on myself
I need time
To reflect on myself
Reflect on myself
Writer/s: Tyla Eastwood
