SCARS

Always got too much on my plate No matter how hard I try I just can’t get it right It’s like, early but it’s already late Head up in space while I wait for The wrong elevator Money trees grow on my desk But money don’t buy happiness Put on a show So nobody knows I’m Smoking just to breathe I fall apart Choking on my dreams I’m in the dark Must be allergies I have a lot Working til I bleed It’s leaving scars People watch through my window frame They all got places to be Seems like nobody’s free, we just Work to death and call it a dream Pandora’s box is all broken The curtains wide open and I’m Smoking just to breathe I fall apart Choking on my drеams I’m in the dark Must be allergiеs I have a lot working til I bleed It’s leaving scars