everytime i think about what's to come, a dreadful feeling builds up in my chest and weighs me down.
everytime i think about the things i have to do, a lump in my throat stops me from talking.
everytime i think about what's to come, a dreadful feeling builds up in my chest and weighs me down.
everytime i think about the things i have to do, a lump in my throat stops me from talking.
