Amy Can Flyy Letting Go Of The Monster
You Wont Let Me Speak Out,
With My Best Efforts To Make You See,
Im Feeling So Tied Down,
Incarcerated Whilst You Pull My Teeth,
What Are You Scared Of?
Regretting The Things You Might Have Said.
Or is it the Monsters Clad With Razor Teeth,
Hiding Deep Beneath Your Bed.
It's a little bit harder,
when you try so hard,
It's a little bit harder,
when Im Anxious and over think,
About this and the things I miss
When you're falling apart
It's a little bit harder you'll see
Letting go of the monster in me
Next time I'll try harder
My imperfections
Making promises I can't keep
I'm sick of these ghosts
With holes in sheets, they keep me from my sleep
(They keep me from my sleep)
We're both happy to walk away
We've got our own issues to face
I'm sick of all these ghosts and motions complicate
We're both happy to walk away
We've got our own issues to face
I'm sick of all these ghosts and emotions complicating
