- Nina Chuba Lips Shut 歌詞
- Nina Chuba
- I killed kindness with my own violence
Im thinking twice now, Im on the brink of niceness
With myself in hindsight, I should love the highlights
I should treat myself right, I should not be scared of
Nighttime thoughts, That Im not enough
For my own life, Im dancing on my own knife
Pirouetting like Im paradise bound on a cursed flight
With no seatbelt, On the edge of my seat
Just praying that the heat wont keep my knees weak
Like an unwanted keepsake
And Im thinking Ill just leave this shit straight
Head home and just be fake
On my own where nobody can see the real me
The real me I hate, not hate just dont relate
To my own view of self, sombody send help
I hear million carbon copies of myself
And every single one of them is shouting
You should go to hell
The more they talk the more I think I might as well
And maybe, maybe I should sew their lips shut
They want me praying at the altar of my doubt
They shout Judas in the flesh has come around
So Its supper for suckers before Im out
I should sew their lips shout
Maybe I shout face it, Im not feeling amazing
Im blocking my own wave, could you step out of the way?
Other me should sit, down girl just quit
Im following my ID, Ill leave my ego in the ditch
Yeah Freud would be proud if, if he could hear me now
I told my therapist this, she said theres too many to talk
And to many mini mes tryna, tell me who i should be
And maybe, maybe I should sew their lips shut
I hear million carbon copies of myself
And every single one of them is shouting
You should go to hell
The more they talk the more I think I might as well
And maybe, maybe I should sew their lips shut
They want me praying at the altar of my doubt
They shout Judas in the flesh has come around
So Its supper for suckers before Im out
I should sew their lips shout
I hear million carbon copies of myself
And every single one of them is shouting
You should go to hell
The more they talk the more I think I might as well
And maybe, maybe I should sew their lips shut
They want me praying at the altar of my doubt
They shout Judas in the flesh has come around
So Its supper for suckers before Im out
I should sew their lips shout
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