The Street Sounds Like - Friska Viljor

the street sounds like a monster

grinding it’s teeth all the time

looking for something to chew on

and i’m the only one it can find

i’m here down by my bed and

hiding my breach in my throath

beads of sweat on my forehead

it’s gonna fine me soon i can tell

i’m always afraid of things that don’t

make sense of me or i’ll die

to take me back to when i was a child

i run around in circles

don’t know what to do with myself

thinking oh my god it will blow now

if i don’t forget about this

i need someone to talk to

to get my mind out of this

but it’s too late they’re not gonna answer

i have to try anyway

i’m always afraid of things that don’t

make sense of me or i’ll die

to take me back to when i was a child