Real کے بول

My worries they ain’t real Exist inside my head and keep me up all night My feelings don’t come free I lie awake and contemplate what could have been No good comes from looking back As a matter of fact you cannot change the past It’s only as bad as you make it My madness needs no name A darker shade of grey that made me act that way Strange thoughts that come and go I’ll scrutinize your every pass and move Stop comparing yourself to them What they are and what you see is only a projection