Original lyrics

EN

You're good for nothing You said it once to me before Found someone wiser, better But that was just in my thoughts Intrusive thoughts have gotten worser I should drink some water Confuse myself as another I've been feeling smaller Smaller, smaller I'm getting on it, I-I-I-I'm getting on it I made a promise, I-I-I-I-I-I'm honest A dime a dozen? You, you're worth the compromises You, you I wanna be your right hand, wanna be your right hand, be your right hand Rain hits the window Only to see the other side is dry Depicts a feeling of being torn between two sides There's a side of me that closed another overpowers One stays in bed asleep Others counting hours Hours, hours, 1-2-3-4 I'm getting on it, I-I-I-I'm getting on it I made a promise, I-I-I-I-I-I'm honest A dime a dozen? You, you're worth compromises You, you I wanna be your right hand, wanna be your right hand, be your right hand