You and your beautiful scars
You call it ugly art
Now I've got
An imagination
Full of pages
Yearning for words
And I
Can't seem to run
From anyone
Who dares to come
I'm lost
Can't escape
I need to cope
But it's too late
For me
I'm a lost cause (lost cause)
Swinging chaos
Forever entangled
In my own head
(I'm a proble-)
I'm a problem
Throwing problems
Every time I
Get the chance
I'm stuck
I can't create
I need some space but it's too late
For me (for me)
For me