Outta Control

Thinking so much that my thoughts turn to rust

Dive in puddles of trust, when I doubt myself
And I want to be true, I want to be real

But I’m filled with deceit when I doubt myself
And I’m out of control

Need some control

I’m out of control when I doubt myself

Losing control when I doubt myself

Out of control when I doubt myself, I’m out of control

When you drink from a glass of excuses

you’re running from cupid and all of his arrows

Not as simple as in a still frame

Captured with sentiment for the front page