Bm - G - D - A
Sometimes I hold in lines
Cause I’d rather not go on and on and on about my health
I hide from you at times,
The clock couldnt bring back sight to your sore eyes
Chorus
G - A - D - F# - G - A -D - C - G
I blocked my way again
I’m losing friends
I just need to lean
On somebody who isnt me
When i sit at night
Relations are a fiction on the screen
I tried to hit meetings
But they looked right through my soul into whats below
