The Outside
Haunting me in my sleep
are the words I cannot stitch together
in a sentence to save my life
I try to speak but I am weak
I'm caving in, I'm caving in
I shouldn't let false thoughts I've built up hit so low
On the outside, are pictures of my insides stapled on
They say more than I ever could with words
They talk for me
Haunting me as I run
through the dirt escaping from refinement
and the way things should be
I'm a disaster but at least I know
I've found my peace in letting go
I shouldn't let false thoughts I've built up hit so low
On the outside, are pictures of my insides stapled on
They say more than I ever could with words
They talk for me
I shouldn't let false thoughts I've built up hit so low
On the outside, are pictures of my insides stapled on
They say more than I ever could with words
They talk for me
Writer/s: Michael Crisp, Derek Moffat, Jared Block, Brianna Jackson
