Note to Self

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 1: Fear Gorta]
Let this, be a note to myself
The next me turn into somebody else
Hear this in a couple of years or days
Not sure what the hell I was tryna say

[Verse 2: Fear Gorta]
Used to‚ think I was supposed to be true to me
Strip down‚ and leave my mask on the floor
I swapped my face out for a flatter one
Chalk white‚ all the feeling gone

[Verse: Liv.e]
Does it ever stop itchin'
Does the scratchin’ ever help
Trust we'll find ourselves in symbols
Trust we'll find truths in our myths

[Verse 3: Fear Gorta]
There it goes a sweet and sudden kiss of vertigo
The south wall might as well be the floor
Hand out stretched but i don’t aim to break the fall
Just reachin' o—o-u—ttth