Lyrics: Xona/vil
Music: Xona
Below my end, I fall
I might take myself
Down, down
All down we go down
Yeah, yeah
Below the dreams you stalk
You might take yourself
Down, down, down
I'm sorta losing tune (don't stop)
Do I have your hand? have your hand?
Many men, hold your breath
I can't take (baby steps)
Oh I love, I love, I love
When I can't win for anything I want
But I dove, I dove head on
But I dove, I dove head on
Watch your step
Don't
Keep track of death
Cold-
It's just the feeling that makes me sick to my stomach
Fall upon my lap, and make me question if I'm worth living
It's only for material things
That keeps my skin on a string
And I can't seem to get my grip loose
It makes me wanna cut all my tiΠ΅s
But as the planes fly by, I sit and think on how it could be worsΠ΅
We gotta try to leave it all behind
And let the blood run through it's course
I'm sorta losing tune (don't stop)
Do I have your hand? have your hand?
Many men, hold your breath
I can't take (baby steps)
Oh I love, I love, I love
When I can't win for anything I want
But I dove, I dove head on
But I dove, I dove head on