Текст песни Trivial Needs - Fredrika Stahl

Feels like I'm standing in dried glue
God I miss the feeling of craving something to
Put my soul at ease
Please some trivial needs

Need a habit I need a consolation prize
Some nails to bite
An urge to fight, then give in
To put my role on hold
And lose my self-control

I can't let go
Reason's got me
In a strangehold
Is there a way out of this

I'm not here to please
Nor fulfill other's needs
I should just let them see
How ordinary I can be

Need a small corner, a little bubble of mine
A concealed pleasure, my secret golden mine
To treat no one but me
To feed my sanity, to feed my sanity
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
I can't let go
Reason's got me
In a strangehold
Is there a way out of this

I'm not here to please
Nor fulfill other's needs

I can't let go
Reason's got me
In a strangehold
Is there a way out of this

I'm not here to please
Nor fulfill other's needs
I should just let them see
How ordinary I can be