Testo Bait

Sometimes I feel a little insecure.

Sometimes I feel my intentions never pure.

Right now I fear that I won't be good enough.

I get like this every now and then.
my knees are bruised when times are tough.



Hurry up before it's too late.

Take my hand before it's too late.

I used to feel like the fish you were trying to catch...



But now I feel like the bait.

The knots in my rope unravel in my grip.
Trying so hard to climb up but I still slip.

The world that surrounds me biting at my skin.

Your hook's in my mouth, I feel like I'm drowning,

the mouth of my pride is about to take me in.



Can you save me?