Testo Further

Rotting days on repeat. I can’t let go of who I should be. Lying to myself just to get where I’m supposed to be, and can’t change. Sick of racing to live a life in second place. Not sure how far I’ll get, this cold world has torn me apart, but I can’t force myself to care. Something more than just words, something more than just songs to hear-we’re all listening to the only thing worth giving into.