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Your self control makes me feel aloneI've tried confidence, had it for breakfast today(And) As the seasons change I'll continue to ignoreI've lost the perfection, a mess without wordsThe picture that I scanned is borrowedThe image I project - me without meAfter the education you stopped making sense to meSlowly, all that I believed in, turning into a lieTo aim and miss, my supernatural artSeems to me that it's all the same, time and time againSpending to much time with myself(Suddenly) I feel so invinsibleTrying to explanin who I amHow come it's possibleI wish there was a wayI'm the sculpture made out of clayI need someone to break the silencebefore I break you in partsbefore it all falls apartI need something to cling ontoSo afraid of what you may thinkI have to find the path to where it all beginsAnd all the plastic people that surrounds meTo teach the world my supernatural art
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