Sometimes I scare myself
Sometimes I can't get help
Sometimes I wanna kill myself
But I cannot move, no I cannot move
Sometimes I scare myself
Sometimes I can't get help
Sometimes I wanna kill myself
But I'm living in a scarecrow, screaming
Metaphorical, skin is misleading
Its leaving scars in my skin and I'm bleeding
Weeping fields, do you know how it feels
Its digging in the scars are real
Invisible, its pecking at my head
Unkillable, like birds that are scared
I'm missable, original, throw in another dollar bill
Surround me in the sounds that'd kill another crowd
Not me, I'm stuck in this body
Left alone just trees to see
Why am I intertwining
Physically and mentally
Believing, fantasy for remedy
Receding, sanity for melody
There is someone inside me that's trying to break
Sometimes I scare myself
Sometimes I can't get help
Sometimes I wanna kill myself
But I cannot move, no I cannot move
Sometimes I scare myself
Sometimes I can't get help
Sometimes I wanna kill myself
But I'm living in a scarecrow, screaming
Sometimes I scare myself
Sometimes I can't get help
Sometimes I wanna kill myself
But I cannot move, no I cannot move
Sometimes I scare myself
Sometimes I can't get help
Sometimes I wanna kill myself
But I'm living in a scarecrow, screaming