It's quite inside
Silence stops the mind of me
So I sit and think
I should tell you ...maybe
I'm going down
Oh
I'm going down
Down where your hands can't reach me
Oh
I'm going...down...
I'm not sure how to think
I'm not sure how to feel
Every time I think
I think maybe it's for real
I'm going down
Oh
I'm going down
Down where your hands can't reach me
Oh
I'm going...down...
Every time I sit in the silence
An echo wakes me
I scratch and scratch
I dig myself deeper
I cannot be freed
My fingers bleed as my hearts starts to crush
Over a pain that hurts me
I cannot love much
I cannot love much
I'm going down
Oh
I'm going down
Down where your hands can't reach me
Oh
I'm going...down...
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