I stitch myself to glory
I'm in control of it
I cannot seem to hold it
Others aren't for it
Uncertainty I cry
There's a clarity I lack
So I grabbed a pack of scissors
And unstitched it
It's the past
Wake up
Confess
Every year has been a test
Lay down
I'm next
Give me something to control it
But the markings are still there
Every inch of me I tear
"Why am I regretting laughs?"
When my past has been so bad
But the markings are still there
Every inch of me I tear
"Why am I regretting laughs?"
When my past has been so bad