Текст песни The People - Louis Baker

Love is great love kills me drag me home on a piece of string
This is a sentiment I can barley even sing
If I were to clap eyes with my younger self
I'd be afraid that he'd be afraid and mistake me for someone else

I'm scared
Of myself
Ah ah!
I'm scared
Of myself
Ah ah!

Embers heat and harrow in my worried mind
My ability to feel tranquility has been chemically decline
I'm not who I picture for the future
I'm not who I picture of the future

I'm scared
Of myself
Ah ah!
I'm scared
Of myself
Ah ah!
(I'm thinking my way into scaring myself)

I'm scared
Of myself
Ah ah!
I'm scared
Of myself
Ah ah!
(I'm thinking my way into scaring myself)