Control - Minus

Search for the reasons I turned out this way.

Why can’t I speak?

Why can’t I sleep?

Why can’t I concentrate on anything?

The smallest defeats suck the life out of me.

Why do I have to swing at everything

And push away those closest to me?

The fear of defeat or the time spent alone?

I’ll never figure it out.

«Let it go,» she said

When I asked it if it ever gets easier.

«It won’t.»

«And when you know

How few things there are worth knowing,

You can try to forget.»

Search for the reasons I turned out this way.

Why can’t I speak?

Why can’t I sleep?

The fear of defeat or the time spent alone?

I’ll never figure it out.

I’ll let it go.

I guess I’ll never know.

I’ll never figure it out.