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Imagine a sea of screens watching, judging, hating anything they see
Then pan to a shot of me questioning everything
Get out if it means you'll be happy

It's a brand you burnt into my back
A blistered reminder of why I'm where I am
Twist my arms as much as you're twisting my words

I don't think i'm the horse you want to bet on
Or a person to have faith in
I just filled in the dotted line
Now I'll hide behind the paint
Get out if it means you'll be happy

It's a brand you burnt into my back
A blistered reminder of why I'm where I am
Twist my arms as much as you're twisting my words

There's no way i could make anyone happy
I'm callous from how this has rubbed off me
It's not as hard as you'd think, being made out of stone

I wish i had this poetic poise, an articulate finesse
I'm too clumsy and the words escape me
I'm hazy and any passing thought can displace me

It's a brand you burnt into my back
A blistered reminder of why I'm where I am
Twist my arms as much as you're twisting my words