A Million Little Bugs
There are a million little bugs,
trapped under my skin.
And I'm laying on my bed,
looking up at the patterned ceiling.
There are a million little bugs,
trapped inside my body.
And yet,
my mind is elsewhere.
trapped under my skin.
And I'm laying on my bed,
looking up at the patterned ceiling.
There are a million little bugs,
trapped inside my body.
And yet,
my mind is elsewhere.