Ca sĩ: LC9 Album: Skirmish

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A quiet storm
That’s never sure
Tomorrows not promised
When it’s all said and done
Why don’t things ever seem that clear to me
Why do I, only see shades grey

Why am I so insecure
What the hell could I be searching for
Somebody cut me open so I can see
The inside of me
So beautiful
Yet so insecure, so insecure

In the dark so alone like a bird feel like flying
When I try, don’t know why I start drowning
Over time in mind I feel like
These four walls are going to cave in
Stressed from the pressure under everybody’s standard
Damn it its breaking me down
I can’t seem, to get a hold on me

Why am I so insecure
What the hell could I be searching for
Somebody cut me open so I can see
The inside of me
So beautiful
Yet so insecure, so insecure

Why am I so insecure
What the hell could I be searching for
Somebody cut me open so I can see
The inside of me
So beautiful
So beautiful
So beautiful
So insecure

A quiet storm
That’s never sure
Tomorrows not promised
When it’s all said and done
Why don’t things ever seem that clear to me
Why do I, only see shades grey