Dissolve - Simon Patterson, Sarah Howells

Bitten nails and paper cuts

Careless words and tired looks

It weighs you down

It spins you round

A dream of who you want to be

Nearly perfect mistake free

It brings you down

The world spins round

Do you forget who you are

When instinct strays too far

Don’t let the prize become all that you see

Cos we’re not innocent

Not innocent

We’re human

Only human