Doubt by 8stops7
Doubt by 8stops7

Doubt

8stops7 * Track #1 On Birth of a Cynic

Doubt Lyrics

I wanna be your saint
But I end up a pain
I wanna be your love
But I can't get my mind off this drug

Somebody please won't somebody help me out
'Cuz I can't decide just what it is I think I wanna feel right now
These walls are closing in, I'm sick as a dog with doubt
But I want more

I wanna be inside
She shows me how to feel alive
I wanna be a good friend
But I end up alone once again

Somebody please won't somebody help me out
'Cuz I can't decide just what it is I think I wanna feel right now
These walls are closing in, I'm sick as a dog with doubt
But I want more
But I want more

Lock myself up in this room
With a pocketful to dull the pain
Try to find some inner peace
But the silence is driving me insane

Comfortable in ropes and chains
Cuts off the flow of thoughts that I don't want to feel today
Conscious now, but not the same
Fall again and I don't know what I feel today
What I want to feel today
I'm fed up with today
What I want to feel today

I wanna be your saint
But I end up a pain
I wanna be your love
But I can't get my mind off this drug

Somebody please won't somebody help me out
'Cuz I can't decide just what it is I think I wanna feel right now
These walls are closing in, I'm sick as a dog with doubt
But I want more
I want more

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