Is it a gift that I can see things how they are
Or am I cursed is this a joke at all
It gives me chills, but I can see right to your bones
I've been used too much, it's what I feel like in my heart
Naked, and my soul is inside somewhere
I was starting to think you could find it
So who am I to try and look alive
Who am I to try and make sense of your life
The vines that entangle the way
Maybe you'll show me your heart one day
Naked, and my soul is inside somewhere
I was starting to think you could find it