Lletres: Echobelly. Gravity Pulls. Strangely Drawn.

All that i put on
Hid behind a mask, way too long
The part of me that has to run
Always found the path to your door

I need you to lean upon
Despite my claims of never letting on

I find myself strangely drawn

All that life becomes
Rarely dared to ask, was i wrong?
I?d hit upon a perfect plan
Only to denounce who i am

I need you to lean upon
Despite my claims of never letting on

I find myself strangely drawn