What am I going to do when I haven't got a clue and nothing is feeling new anymore
What am I going to say cause I'm not wasting a day I'm hating everything that's not you
Late at night I cease to close my eyes teach me not to hide
Because it's creeping on the inside and I think it's got it out for me
And lurking on the outside but I know you've got a hold on me
Because it's creeping on the inside and I think it's got it out for me
And lurking on the outside but I know you've got a hold on me
What am I going to do when I haven't got a clue and nothing is feeling new anymore
What am I going to say cause I'm not wasting a day I'm hating everything that's not you
Late at night I cease to close my eyes teach me not to hide
Because it's creeping on the inside and I think it's got it out for me
And lurking on the outside but I know you've got a hold on me
Because it's creeping on the inside and I think it's got it out for me
And lurking on the outside but I know you've got a hold on me
Because it's creeping on the inside and I think it's got it out for me
And lurking on the outside but I know you've got a hold on me
Because it's creeping on the inside and I think it's got it out for me
And lurking on the outside but I know you've got a hold on me