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