once i loved so hard that i broke my bones
my songs never warmed people's hearts
three years ago i could tell, my nights would fell
now on mornings i'm dying as well
it's kinda sad but i'll take it

every new failure comes into a new brand scar
a troubled mind for a troubled heart
i tried to make a change but my brain is going places i dont know
and i don't know what to say

creative songs come from creative concepts they say
well i think hurting myself isn't very much creative
i learnt it from my eyes
my mom used  to say i was good at it
now i'm not good at anything
me and my broken hands

me and my broken eyes