threads (I´m worn, tired of my mind)

Better if I could find the words to say

Whenever I take a choice it turns away

I'm worn, tired of my mind

I'm worn out, thinking of why

I'm always so unsure

I battle my thoughts I find I can't explain

I've travelled so far but somehow feel the same

I'm worn, tired of my mind

I'm worn out, thinking of why

I'm always so unsure

I'm always so unsure

I'm worn, tired of my mind

I'm worn out, thinking of why

I'm always so unsure

I'm always so unsure

I'm always so unsure

I'm always so unsure

I'm always so unsure

I'm always so unsure

I am alive when I sleep

Why am I not in all that I got?

I can't find no one to blame

Stand, stand, damned one

Damned one

Damned one

Damned one

I am one

Damned

One

Where do I go?

en fin...

Ese momento en el que descubres que alguien ha plasmado algo que llevas pensando mucho tiempo y lo ha hecho mejor de lo que imaginaste. Es la prueba exacta de que no se es lo que uno puede.