imagine a sea of screens watching, judging, hating anything they see, then pan to a shot of me questioning everything. get out if it means you'll be happy.
it's a brand you burnt into my back, a blistered reminder of why I'm where I am. twist my arms as much as you're twisting my words.
i don't think i'm the horse you want to bet on or a person to have faith in, i just filled in the dotted line. now I'll hide behind the paint. get out if it means you'll be happy.
it's a brand you burnt into my back, a blistered reminder of why I'm where I am. twist my arms as much as you're twisting my words.
there's no way i could make anyone happy. i'm callous from how this has rubbed off me. it's not as hard as you'd think, being made out of stone.
i wish i had this poetic poise, an articulate finesse. i'm too clumsy and the words escape me. i'm hazy and any passing thought can displace me.
it's a brand you burnt into my back, a blistered reminder of why I'm where I am. twist my arms as much as you're twisting my words.