My Insides from Synaesthesia by Peepall

Each second I spend on Earth alone, girl
I really don’t know how to let you know
Is like a thousand sticks burning my insides
Is like being impaled twice in a row

My life has become a torture, a dread
A nightmare… and I can’t get rid of it
But now I’m fooling around all day long
Crying for what happened, for what I did

You kinda think I ain’t good for you
You kinda think you ain’t all for me
Maybe you’re right again, little girl
Maybe that’s the way it has to be

Bring me some piece of peace for this poor heart
Though you may think I’m a psycho, for sure
Can’t breath with a 2 ton guilt on my chest
I’ll be standing here, knocking on your door

Let me know you’re around here, close to me
God, show me a signal, give me some light
My mind’s short-circuited since she’s not here
And I need company in the darkest nights

You kinda think I ain’t good for you
You kinda think you ain’t all for me
Maybe you’re right again, little girl
Maybe that’s the way it has to be

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