Scattered

Scattered
like the leaves upon the wind when
seasons must begin to change again...
Shattered
Pointed shards
a heart is broken
left in patterns on the carpet where she wept.
Tear stained face I can’t face these
Demons all alone,
they don’t like me!
All night they stay and eat light
They talk
and they write
in thunder and lightening.
Gloves on
Match met
God makes
Her bet
That I’ll lay my head down again in this bed...
I think I might need some help
I don’t feel like myself
I don’t feel like myself
I think I might need some help
I don’t feel like myself
I don’t feel like myself
Scattered
Like the leaves upon the wind when
Seasons must begin to change again
Shattered
Pointed shards a heart is broken
Left in pieces on the carpet where she bled
Blood stained hands all around me
Hidden blades in a two-faced society
With sinister grins
They carve out their wins
From what’s left of my sanity
Gloves on (gloves on)
Match met (match met)
God makes her last bet (God makes her last bet)
That I’ll lay my head down again in this bed
I think I might need some help
I don’t feel like myself
I don’t feel like myself
I think I might need some help
I don’t feel like myself
I don’t feel like myself
Clothing scattered all over my single bedroom apartment,
My drink splattered look just like the paint on a Jackson Pollock,
My grey matter been having me seeing red but regardless, I’m not just mad at myself I’m mad at the world,
My Girl says I got trust issues
Honestly I **** with you
It’s just I need the guts to say **** it and open up to you
But it’s just open cuts to disgusting to be discussed with you,
To caught up in my emotions like Usher to confess to you,
Caught up in my dreams and nightmares,
Demons don’t fight fair
Waking up weeping from my night terrors,
I’m acting lightskinned,
Really dreaming of crying I need me a Zion right here,
Can’t see em coming down my eyes,
So I write tears.
(Ohhhh)
I think I might need some help (I don’t feel like myself)
I don’t feel like myself (I don’t feel like myself)
I don’t feel like myself (anymore)
I think I might need some help
I don’t feel like myself
I don’t feel like myself