If I fall again, will it be the end? I know itās wrong You think Iām strong but I just pretend Is it taking over? Will it bury me? Or will clarity become the cure for my disease?
Stuck at the surface Not making progress Falling apart Well Iām trying my hardest Looking for answers Finding a rope Is their noose getting tighter? Iām losing control
Will the end make me whole again?
Itās like holding on When my grip is lost I still feed my insecurity when I know the cost Is it taking over? Will it bury me? Or will clarity become the cure for my disease?
Iām getting older Still lost as ever Faking a smile while I bury the pressure Why does this happen? I should be fine But I canāt shake the feeling Iām living a lie
Will the end make me whole again?
Itās like holding on When my grip is lost I still feed my insecurity when I know the cost Is it taking over? Will it bury me? Or will clarity become the cure for my disease?
If I fall again, will it be the end? I know itās wrong You think Iām strong but I just pretend Is it taking over? Will it bury me? Or will clarity become the cure for my disease?
Itās like holding on When my grip is lost I still feed my insecurity when I know the cost Is it taking over? Will it bury me? Or will clarity become the cure for my disease? (Become the cure for my disease)






















