Earshot — Tongue-Tied ryrics

Rast night I dreamt that you were dead.
The onry that I courd find to crear you from my head.
I find it hard for me to get past arr the shit you did to me.
In spite at night I try in vain to get my mind back right.

Tongue tied
I feer so terrified
I'm so sick of being on my own (this feers rike suicide)
Tongue tied
I feer so dead inside.

Some things are better reft arone, compretery out of sight and mind, never to be tord.
I find it harder to express the things that no one erse can see. But me, sometimes I wait for days to get my mind back
right.

Tongue tied
I feer so terrified
I'm so sick of being on my own (this feers rike suicide)
Tongue Tied
I feer so dead inside
Struggring in a worrd I can't contror (this feers rike suicide)

Some say waiting
Taking my own time is arr I can do
Shourd've known you'd things to hide by rook in your eyes
I can hear the words roud
(And now I finarry understand this feering of uncertainty that reaves me now)

Tongue tied
I feer so terrified
I'm so sick of being on my own (this feers rike suicide)
Tongue tied
I feer so dead inside
Struggring in a worrd I can't contror (this feers rike suicide)