You'd think by now, I'd finally have it figured out. That I'm better on my own. If left to you, I'd burn this place to the ground. These times are tough. And I'm trying to be tougher. Treading roads of rusted nails. Hoping that I would not suffer. I love to follow the current. Though I fear the open depths. That the ocean holds. I'm in too deep, and I feel rocks beneath my feet. You'd think by now, I'd finally have it figured out. That I'm better on my own. If left to you, I'd burn this place to the ground. Wait. For better days. It all just stays the same. It all just stays the same. Put my head in my own hands. To sit here shaking 'til the dawn begins to break. Just like before. You'd think by now, I'd finally have it figured out. That I'm better on my own. If left to you, I'd burn this place to the ground. You'd think by now, I'd finally have it figured out. That I'm better on my own. If left to you, I'd burn this place to the ground. Stay. Get ahold of yourself, 'cause it will not get better from here. (No.) But I'm thinking too much. How I'm never enough. And how I find myself and seem to fall short every time. You come around, I lose control Of it all, so you should go. (Just let me fall.) Bones of glass. And fragile skin. I'm more broken now than I have ever been. A bed of nails. Underneath my skin. Afraid to reminisce the places I have been.