UNHEALED CUTS

I am not a perfect head
I never said i was...

I am not an imprisoned soul!
Waiting for an expensive bus..
What i am is a delicate heart
But it's chipped in bits and parts

I sat alone in the curvy rain
Nobody is ready to understand my pain

I had to cry tears of blood
And bear severe unhealed cuts

I am just another lost soul
That is waiting to be found

Maybe i am just another liability
You really don't want around

I am just falling through the air
And i'm about to hit the ground
Am i expecting anyone to catch me?

Maybe no one wants me around
I had to cry tears of blood
And bear severe unhealed cuts.