SCARS

Always got too much on my plate

No matter how hard I try

I just can’t get it right

It’s like, early but it’s already late

Head up in space while I wait for

The wrong elevator

Money trees grow on my desk

But money don’t buy happiness

Put on a show

So nobody knows I’m

Smoking just to breathe

I fall apart

Choking on my dreams

I’m in the dark

Must be allergies

I have a lot

Working til I bleed

It’s leaving scars

People watch through my window frame

They all got places to be

Seems like nobody’s free, we just

Work to death and call it a dream

Pandora’s box is all broken

The curtains wide open and I’m

Smoking just to breathe

I fall apart

Choking on my drеams

I’m in the dark

Must be allergiеs

I have a lot

Working til I bleed

It’s leaving scars