Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sergey Sershen
Guitar
Oleksandr Kasirum
Drums
Daria Zaritskaya
Vocals
Alex Shturmak
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergey Sershen
Songwriter
Daria Zaritskaya
Songwriter
Tommy Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sergey Sershen
Mixing Engineer
Testi
My insecurity
What the hell are you talking about
All of your words they rip me down
Making me feel I've come unwound
I want you gone
Why the hell are you coming around
I would be better off without
All of your words they feel my doubt
We don't belong
You tear me down with every word you spit
You drag me deeper, but I can't just quit
In my head you wage the struggle
You're keeping me broken
Making me hopeless
My insecurity
What the hell is holding me back
From dropping you right there where you're at
You know that I'II never take a chance
You hope I fail
What the hell - I won't even stand
To keep me silent is your plan
Afraid of the things that I don't have
You know me well
I hear you tell me that I'm bound to bleed
You cut me down, you split me at the seams
I feel your fingers as they deepen
They're tearing me open
Words are your potion
My insecurity
You're the voice living inside my mind
You're the clock ticking down on my time
You're the fear of a much wasted life
The pain that I hide - yeah
You tear me down with every word you spit
You drag me deeper, but I can't just quit
In my head you wage the struggle
You're keeping me broken
Making me hopeless
My insecurity
I hear you tell me that I'm bound to bleed
You cut me down, you split me at the seams
I feel your fingers as they deepen
They're tearing me open
Words are your potion
My insecurity
Written by: Daria Zaritskaya, Sergey Sershen, Tommy Jones