Pitiful Scars

Please wait for me to too away my comfort zone For, you and I have trekked this rocky road for years it seems… And we did this all on our own, yet we haven’t groaned We haven’t groaned No, not once have we groaned We grew out of that long away – it was, well, disowned The sun is the spotlight… When I perform a deep, despondent song It’s like a disco ball above my head tonight Swarms and swarms And swarms and swarms of fans Surround me happily – I feel like I belong As I swiftly walk off of stage without hesitation My heart is pumping rapidly with anticipation I briskly walk that road of recovery and my mind’s blown Where have you gone? Where have you gone? Have you driven back home? Where did you roam off? I’ll just play it off and slightly cough Open up your heart Open up your heart Be considerate for once…don’t break our trust apart I’m locked up in the attic of my imagination The attic of my imagination The attic of my imagination Can you help me down or I’ll collapse on the wooden floor With a sore, sore bottom I’ll be mad to the core Mad to the core My want grows more and more You're the one I adore... The one I adore The one I adore tremendously The one that I open the door for! These scars won’t disappear Can’t wait till my hopes reappear without a taste of fear I’ll keep fighting till I get what I want, when I want What I want, when I want… What I want, when I want, But, I sound like a selfish brat of a teenager I might get myself in a whole lot of danger Hold on to the bars – hold on to me, my love Hold on to me Hold on to me I’ll try to mend your scars Mend your scars Mend your scars And hand you a bouquet of stars