paroles de chanson Something - Hater

Confusion over fiction
A stretch to be myself
Openly handling
Without a second skin

Something

Gone over my intentions
But kept it for myself
Evenly daring
Happy and content

That's right, call it out
It's stuck in its middle, alright
Carve it out
Stuck in its middle outside

Carve it out
It's stuck in its middle, alright
Carve it out

Withholding my direction
Still don't know the way
Hardly even caring
Lifting up my back

That's right, call it out
It's stuck in its middle, alright
Carve it out
It's stuck in its middle outside

Carve it out
It's stuck in its middle, alright
Carve it out