Teksty: Digger. The Promise Of An Uncertain Future. Yammer.

How could I let this happen? I want to punch myself right in the head. I was wrong, but it felt right. Now I can't even fix it. I feel torn apart. A confused mental wreck. If it's not my brain, it's my heart. So I beat myself 'till I'm numb. What a mess I made. I feel dumb. Over and over, what can I say? Maybe I won't and it will go away. I feel torn apart. A confused mental wreck. If it's not my brain, it's my heart. How could I let this happen?