Test 2 Video (MV)

He's lying, on his bed, in his room, feeling safe
But he don't wanna be alone
When they text him, call him, to get out and hang out, he'd rather be on his own
Many times, he went to, social nights, and he felt like somehow he don't belong
Often he, reach to them, to play games, to be friend but, he doesn't hear back from them

He can't make his mind up, can't decide, which is worst
To do all that he wants, or to share with them his real face
He can't make his mind up, can't decide, which is worst
To let them in his life, to let his joy in their hands

What did they say? They think I'm late? They look at the way I dress I can't care less
Not trying to stay, just wanna press play, so you stop talking nonsens about your cleanse

Sometimes I feel I don't reach out to enough people to get out of my bedroom where all my instruments hangs on the wall
Don't question if I'm deaf or not
I'd just rather listen to what my piano have to bleed out on this beautiful day

Maybe I will grow old alone with my thoughts, maybe I will change it all and connect the dots

He can't make his mind up, can't decide, which is worst
To do all that he wants, or to share with them his real face
He can't make his mind up, can't decide, which is worst
To let them in his life, to let his joy in their hands