Rocky

Teardrops turn to paint when my left-hand starts to rip apart what I just wrote along this sheet of paper
How I regret ever writing down how I felt about myself, about myself, about myself, about myself, about myself, about myself

But everything was broken, I stop myself to wonder how I started feeling like such a piece of shit
(such a piece of shit)

And everything I have is now
Apart of something else
My stature changed along the seasons
Except for winter, for that deems something else
Don’t justify my open thoughts
I don’t wanna think about anything
And if you open up my head
You’ll find that I don’t know what you mean

[Instrumental]

My paper turned his back on me
I wish I never tore him up
My only friends abandoned me
Now I’m left here all alone with my thoughts

My paper turned his back on me
I wish I never tore him up
My only friends abandoned me
Now I’m left here all alone with my thoughts
With my thoughts!