有什么隐藏在我的心里不断拉扯
Consuming confusin
伤痛永无止境地抓着我不放
Distractin reacting
无法控制地看着镜中的自己
恐怕这缺乏自制永远不会结束
It's haunting , controlling
How I can't seem to find myself again
我把自己关在房间里
I've felt this way before, so insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wound they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
什么才是真实呢?
心中虚无飘渺的感受
还是手里握著的冰啤酒
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