Текст песни Tight Grip - Heartless

White knuckles grip sheets as the nighttime turns to day,
And my head throbs with my pulse
These racing thoughts offer not one ounce of forgiveness
Inadequacies are the only thing leaving me standing
For so many years I have tried to let them go but I am 'left so' hollow
So with another worthless lesson
I'm still this worthless person
Just another worthless lesson
Lie still