Wooden Boards
All these wooden boards
I covered up my problems with
Are getting older, getting brittle
And all these wooden boards
Are getting weaker and
They won't hold me like they used to
Now they're breaking in, and I'm breaking down
Now they're falling apart, and I am
Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Deeper down these old known holes
yeah I'm falling, falling
Falling, falling
Deeper down these old known holes
All these wooden boards
Seemed to help me overcome my fears
They hid all my insecurities
And all these wooden boards
Gave me something, to rest my feet, escape the heat
But it was temporary
Now they're breaking in, and I'm breaking down
Now they're falling apart, and I am
Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Deeper down these old known holes
Yeah I'm falling, falling
Falling, falling
Deeper down these old known holes
Covering up the trenches
Full of your own sorrows
Doesn't solve the real issue
Oh no
It only makes it worse
When it gets hard again
And things fall apart
You'll be
Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Deeper down these old known holes
You'll be falling, falling
Falling, falling
Deeper down these old known holes
And all these wooden boards
Are far too old
To hold me like they used to
I covered up my problems with
Are getting older, getting brittle
And all these wooden boards
Are getting weaker and
They won't hold me like they used to
Now they're breaking in, and I'm breaking down
Now they're falling apart, and I am
Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Deeper down these old known holes
yeah I'm falling, falling
Falling, falling
Deeper down these old known holes
All these wooden boards
Seemed to help me overcome my fears
They hid all my insecurities
And all these wooden boards
Gave me something, to rest my feet, escape the heat
But it was temporary
Now they're breaking in, and I'm breaking down
Now they're falling apart, and I am
Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Deeper down these old known holes
Yeah I'm falling, falling
Falling, falling
Deeper down these old known holes
Covering up the trenches
Full of your own sorrows
Doesn't solve the real issue
Oh no
It only makes it worse
When it gets hard again
And things fall apart
You'll be
Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Deeper down these old known holes
You'll be falling, falling
Falling, falling
Deeper down these old known holes
And all these wooden boards
Are far too old
To hold me like they used to
Credits
Writer(s): Viviane Louisa Zwyssig
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