Eyes up toward the ceiling
Can't talk
My voice is peeling
Looking at your picture it's a mirror of you, but everything's upside down
And I love every inch of it but I can't speak first
Afraid of being scared
Eyes up toward the ceiling
Can't talk
My voice is peeling
Everything gets ripped out and I'm left empty inside
I hate it so much I love it
Then I ask myself doesn't it make sense now?
If I know all the answers to all of the questions, then why can't i make an explanation
Eyes up toward the ceiling
Can't talk
My voice is peeling
Afraid of being scared