Lori Denae - My Time lyrics

Making sweet peace sour I don't belong here I've been sleeping in the shower Caught in between gears *oceans ahead landfills behind Flawed to its core by my design I can feel it sliding through my hands This my time* Trouble finds its purpose I'm trying to find mine I'm afraid it's too urgent I'm last in my own line No interruptions No more abruptions My head isn't ringing And noises aren't stinging