Playing my games under the sun and the rain
It's still all the same still couldn't maintain
Can't distinguish the pleasure from pain
Can't finish stories cause I tore out the pages
Trapped in constriction, I wouldn't complain
Did it all myself by the way I behave
I need a helping hand to count all my failures
Couldn't use mine cause I’m holding a razor
It's such a tragedy
The way you look at me
This ain't supposed to be
Was better in my dreams
