You got the fire but you can’t put it out, you’re hiding in the basement. Projecting all your shit on somebody else, well soon you better face it. You practiced all your life nobody can tell. You say you’re fine as you lie to yourself, but you can’t fight the feeling when it’s coming around again. The pressure, got its hooks in, you Love. Can we talk to someone? You pick a poison and keep passing the buck, your body’s gonna shatter. You probably don’t remember giving a fuck, unless it really mattered. I hope you see that this applies to that, won’t get offended if you call me the rat, you can’t fight the feeling when it’s coming around again. Stuck in the gray divided, pieces of you collide, the mask we made is wearing thin. Reach for the silver lining, into the light we’re walking, every step feels like caving in. The pressure, got its hooks in, you Love. Can we talk to someone? Anyone.