Bellyache

I give advice that I don't even take
I can't seem to stop my own bellyache
My knees get weak and they're starting to shake
When it comes to me, I just can't escape
I could tell you take a breath
But I suffocate myself
I could plaster on a smile
But I cannot reconcile myself

It sounds so easy when I say it out loud
But then I'm alone and my thoughts resound
It all makes sense when I speak love to you
But love for myself doesn't make it through
I can preach about my power
But then let myself devour
Every instance where I'm bad
Until all the signals jammed, oh hell

I wish that I could tell you everything's alright
That there was some potion you could sell
To fill me with delight
I'm staring at the ceiling
Curled up like a child
I don't have any sort of answers to provide

I wish that I could tell you everything's alright
That there was some potion you could sell
To fill me with delight
I'm staring at the ceiling
Curled up like a child
I don't have any sort of answers to provide



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Writer(s): Ashley Buffa
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