| Cut me open and tell me what’s inside
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| Diagnose me, 'cause I can’t keep wondering why
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| And no, it’s not a phase, 'cause it happens all the time
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| Start over, check again, now tell me what you find
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| 'Cause I’m going out of frequency
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| Can anyone respond?
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| It’s like an avalanche, I feel myself go under
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| 'Cause the weight of it’s like hands around my neck
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| I never stood a chance, my heart has frozen over
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| And I feel like I am treading on thin ice
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| Am I broken? |
| What’s the chance I will survive?
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| Don’t sugarcoat me, 'cause I feel like suicide
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| Just give it to me straight, 'cause I’m running out of time
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| I need an antidote, now what can you prescribe?
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| It’s like an avalanche, I feel myself go under
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| 'Cause the weight of it’s like hands around my neck
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| I never stood a chance, my heart has frozen over
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| And I feel like I am treading on thin ice
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| And I’m going under
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| I need a cure for me, 'cause the square doesn’t fit the circle
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| Give me a remedy, 'cause my head wasn’t wired for this world
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| I need a cure for me, 'cause the square doesn’t fit the circle
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| Give me a remedy, 'cause my head wasn’t wired for this world
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| I’m going out of frequency
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| Can anyone respond?
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| 'Cause I’m going out of frequency
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| Can anyone respond?
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| It’s like an avalanche, I feel myself go under
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| 'Cause the weight of it’s like hands around my neck
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| I never stood a chance, my heart has frozen over
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| And I feel like I am treading on thin ice
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| And I’m going under
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| I need a cure for me, 'cause a square doesn’t fit the circle
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| Give me a remedy, 'cause my head wasn’t wired for this world
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| I need a cure for me, 'cause a square doesn’t fit the circle
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| Give me a remedy, 'cause when it hits, well, it hits like an avalanche |