ŞARKI SÖZÜ
Compressing down my spine
To my childhood size
Pressure steals my shine
And now I'm not, not mine
Wannabe so rushed out
Wannabe so washed out
Wannabe so screamed out
Wannabe so freaked out
Comparing to my time
As flashy butterfly
I didn't have to climb
And gasping like I'm not fine
Wannabe so rushed out
Wannabe so washed out
Wannabe so screamed out
Wannabe so freaked out
