Otherside
It feels like I'm on the other side of living
And I don't know my way out
My hands are numb with the thought of starting once again
Tell a lie
Everything was okay
The one place you would touch me
That I can't bare to be felt is my neck
From all the things I saw
The one place you will touch me
That I can't bare to be felt is my heart
They think I'm spending every day in some melancholy haze, piped up on drugs
They think I'm spending every day in some melancholy haze, piped up
And I don't know my way out
My hands are numb with the thought of starting once again
Tell a lie
Everything was okay
The one place you would touch me
That I can't bare to be felt is my neck
From all the things I saw
The one place you will touch me
That I can't bare to be felt is my heart
They think I'm spending every day in some melancholy haze, piped up on drugs
They think I'm spending every day in some melancholy haze, piped up
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Writer(s): Cameron Henschke
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