Doubt
Twenty One Pilots - Blurryface
scared of my own immaturity
scared I'll die of uncertainty
Fear might be the death of me
Don't know what's inside of me.
I'm not sure if I can see this ever stopping
Shaking hands with the dark parts of my thoughts
You are all that I've got
claw our way up their system
I want the markings made on my skin
To mean something to me again
I hope you haven't left without me