slo cheetah - Comfort

How many times
Have I been on this train?
How many lives
Have I lived before this one?
Too much on the line
For me to make a mess again
Too much inside
So I dose to cover this pain
And choose to build a wall to isolate these things
My colour
My cancer
My comfort
Is killing me
I silence
My father
To know that
I can be free
My colour
My cancer
My comfort
Is killing me
How many times
I lie to the mirror
Toe many lines
But cover no distance
Too much on the line
And the string that pulls these hands
Too much inside
And this is my last chance
My colour
My cancer
My comfort
Is killing me
I silence
My father
To know that
I can be free
My colour
My cancer
My comfort
Is killing me
Get up
Come on
You lazy
Get up
Come on
It's hazy
Get up
Come on
My colour
My cancer
My comfort
Is killing me
I silence
My father
To know that
I can be free
I call to
My daughter
To show her
This isn't me

Written by:
Jordan Wilkinson

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find