Lost all myself in question
It's hard to find direction
I can't find my way out of Out of a f*cking attic
Soaked up in self reflection
A sport with no protection
I still can't find direction
Out of a f*cking basement
It's like we
Disguise these means
To play the role of important things
A worried head inside a worried heart
Now there's glass on the floor
We've been here before
This broken glass home
I'm bleeding out
I squirm and shout that I've
Lost all myself in question
It's hard to find direction
I can't find my way out of
Out of a f*cking attic
Soaked up in self reflection
A sport with no protection
I still can't find direction
Out of a f*cking basement
It's like we
Disguise these means
To play the role of important things
Toylit - Brokenglasshome, Pt. 2 Lyrics
Toylit - Brokenglasshome, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Lost all myself in question
It's hard to find direction
I can't find my way out of Out of a f*cking attic
Soaked up in self reflection
A sport with no protection
I still can't find direction
Out of a f*cking basement
It's like we
Disguise these means
To play the role of important things
A worried head inside a worried heart
Now there's glass on the floor
We've been here before
This broken glass home
I'm bleeding out
I squirm and shout that I've
Lost all myself in question
It's hard to find direction
I can't find my way out of
Out of a f*cking attic
Soaked up in self reflection
A sport with no protection
I still can't find direction
Out of a f*cking basement
It's like we
Disguise these means
To play the role of important things
It's hard to find direction
I can't find my way out of Out of a f*cking attic
Soaked up in self reflection
A sport with no protection
I still can't find direction
Out of a f*cking basement
It's like we
Disguise these means
To play the role of important things
A worried head inside a worried heart
Now there's glass on the floor
We've been here before
This broken glass home
I'm bleeding out
I squirm and shout that I've
Lost all myself in question
It's hard to find direction
I can't find my way out of
Out of a f*cking attic
Soaked up in self reflection
A sport with no protection
I still can't find direction
Out of a f*cking basement
It's like we
Disguise these means
To play the role of important things
Writer: Nathaniel Lopez
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