Martika
Divingstation95
It feels like miles
It felt like days spent on my own
Nothing helps
I tried and tried time and time
And when I come back home
There's nothing wrong and nothing right
I'm inside on my own
And breaking down in broad daylight
At the window, at the window
Cuts my line
I am fourteen
And I would rather be anywhere except real life
I ran for miles but the runners high won't help my mind
When I come back home
There's nothing wrong and nothing right
I'm inside on my own
And breaking down in broad daylight
Nothing helps anymore I've been fucking up for my whole life