Paroles
Runnin' after you, runnin' after you, it's the things that you do
All these loose screws, can't get over you
Looking like a fool, coming back to you, just trying to bloom
I guess it's not true, not true
Yes, I'm running circles, haunting me
I can't move a breath, stuck on what you said
Whoa, whoa, whoa, nothing fertile, there's no growing it's dead
No im lost without my head
Whoa, whoa, whoa, chasing, speeding, moving, getting to you
But I can't seem to, it's time for me to move
Wasted movement, what do I even do
I guess I can't show you
Joshua Torres
O/B/O DistroKid