I think it's a problem
That I feel this much
There's no other option
I'd be losing touch
But I'm running out of oxygen
So I think it's best if I just fade away
So I convince myself I don't feel anything at all
Feelings are on the shelf
Safer to stay behind this wall
No I won't ask for help
But maybe after all
I need to feel to heal my soul
I need it
I need it
To heal my soul
I need it
I need it
I feel a little less human
With this state of mind
Living like it's an illusion
Colorblind
I'm sitting on the sidelines
Of both sides
Of my mind
Somehow losing every time
And I hate it but lately I
I convince myself I don't feel anything at all
Feelings are on the shelf
Safer to stay behind this wall
No I won't ask for help
But maybe after all
I need to feel to heal my soul
I need it
I need it
To heal my soul
I need it
I need it
So I convince myself I don't feel anything at all
Feelings are on the shelf
Safer to stay behind this wall
No I won't ask for help
But maybe after all
I need to feel to heal my soul
