Microphobia (Acoustic)

Slowly breaking as I'm shaking.
I want to come back for more.
You.
Take this moment I think you ought to.
You want to come back for more.
You.
Time will know.
When even suspects seem to be the golden dream

They say you can not save yourself.
In disbelief.
This way I can not fake myself.
I seek relief.

Every motion seems to guide you.
And streets glow of tidal-waves.
Truth.
Make me bear it burn your costume.
Resign from your title soon.
Choose.
Time to go.
The fair response will never be you're worse than me

And you say how, will I hide you.

This world is chasing what you are.
Their world is shaping what you are.

Don't even try I will scar you.

There's a way about you they don't know
There's a way around this, save your soul.