In your arms, your arms, your arms
I feel unappreciated
In your arms, your arms, your arms
I feel unappreciated
In your arms, in your arms, in your arms
In your arms, in your arms, in your arms

I feel like there's problems that I got left haning around
There is issues from my childhood, teenage year that I keep and hide
They come up, come down but never seem to stay
Why random things trigger me fill me up with tears hidden deep inside
I thought I was past this over this, but they always seem to find a way back
And I dont know how to fix them which scares me more than anything else in my life
Calling it insecure would be a joke im so afraid I never show real colours, what I enjoy
Calling it insecurse would put it lightly I suffocate myself to entertain around me
Everything to stay politely but they never care when I go into every night crying
Might think I didn't notice I saw all them slight and I never showed how they cut me dearly
Broke me down till' I can't bear it
And I have to say my confidence will never re-heal
But if we meet again i'll tell you clearly
Maybe you had you'r own problems but I won't hear it
I'll never forgive you and fuck lineage

In your arms, in your arms, in your arms
In your arms, in your arms, in your arms