- Nina Chuba Lips Shut 歌詞
- Nina Chuba
- I killed kindness
With my own violence
I'm thinking twice now
I'm 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 I'm not enough for my own life
I'm dancing on my own knife
Pirouetting like I'm paradise bound
On a cursed flight
With no seatbelt,
On the edge of my seat
Just praying that the heat
won't keep my knees weak
like an unwanted keepsake
And I'm thinking I'll 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 don't relate
To my own view of self:
Somebody send help
I hear a 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 it's supper for suckers before I'm out
I should sew their lips shut
Maybe I should face it
I 'm not feeling amazing
I'm blocking my own wave
Could you step out of the way?
Other me should sit
Down girl just quit
I'm following my Id
I'll 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 there's too many to talk
and too many mini me's tryna
tell me who I should be
And maybe, maybe I should sew their lips shut
Ihear a 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 it's supper for suckers before I'm out
I should sew their lips shut
They want me praying at the altar of my doubt,
doubt Judas in the flesh has come around,
round I should sew their lips shut
I hear a 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 it's supper for suckers before I'm out
I should sew their lips shut
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