I don't want your perfect life,
Those two words are a perfect lie,
Losing sleep, sanity lost
Loving you had its costs
I'm not ashamed of my scars,
Always true to who you are,
With my inner compass broken,
I try to replace whats been stolen,
Take the needle, thread the thread,
Save yourself, to you I'm dead,
Sewing together whats left of my heart,
Filled with holes, torn and scarred,
Picking up the pieces scattered,
Fly my colors though they're tattered
All i ever bleed is black,
When i see you want me back.