Texty: Hurt Process (The). A Heartbeat Behind. Take To You.

I'm torn between the obsessive and reality
Being heard but not listened to breaks me down again
The world passes by and yet it all remains the same
But what gives you the right to shame yourself and try to break us down hey
Outburst after outburst leads me to believe that this will last forever
You may as well bury me alive
There's nothing here for me
Lack of security within yourself generates this depression
Another name for dormant strength
I'll take to you like blood to the heart if you listen to what I have to say