Incentives Dusk (feat. Tory Robertson Of Harbours)
I'm letting go
Of the person I was to be
Without a sense of security
My heart decayed
I was wasting away
I'm f..cking sick of the heartbreak
I've lost my mind, over the thought of isolation
Over the stress of expectation
I'll reinvent myself and weed out lies that corrupt the soil in me
Push me up pull me down
Throw me side to side
Remove the ground from beneath my feet, your void won't consume me
I'm broken; I need to regain my pride
I once held a hope that, relied on compromise
My outlook has grown strong
I'm not caught up in the fear of losing you
One thing's for certain, I'm f..cking over always missing you
Always missing you
For what it's worth
I always adored you
But we were destined to fail from the start
Speak to me
And tell me what to believe
Let me breathe
As I try to forget
Speak to me
(I'm sick of falling) In the hope that you will return
(I'm sick of falling) for the notes that you left at home
(I'm sick of falling) for the person you turned out to be
(I'm sick of falling) Just leave me be
