Buried کے بول

My face is in my hands again My true emotions always chasin' me Sick of fuckin' up, I wanna slice the throat of my insecurity Well I cant make it through the day anymore Tomorrow I'll wake up, and smash my face into the wall Let all this bad blood leak out onto the floor And I'll be fine Maybe I'll be fine Constantly talkin' to myself About how I'm gonna act today She walks up and smiles with those eyes and all my self control-just goes away. And I cant just lock her up and shut the door But I cant make myself eliminate these thoughts so wrong Rip my heart and brain out and shove them in a drawer And I'll be fine I don't think I'll ever be fine Destroy my mind Give anything to be just fine And I'll be fine. Destroy my mind Destroy my mind Destroy my mind Give anything to be just fine And I'll be fine.