Doubts

I’m on fire once again
Terrible, guilty as charged
But to tell you what for if you asked
Would be so fucking hard

Slit my wrist, said the wrong thing
Bulls charge at me, my body flings
The clock’s ticking, oh God
I’m gonna get found out
And love is just no proof to show
I feel that flame roll down my throat
What if I’m the bad guy
And they’ll soon to have doubts

Jump out the fire but then I’m sad
And I’ll run back to the scene asap ‘cause maybe I’m bad
Oh, it’s a shame, don’t blame, it’s all I know
But what am if I am not putting on a great show?

Doubts
Doubts