Just Be Yourself Is the Worst Advice I've Ever Been Given
I built myself with matchsticks
Strike me down I'll keep you warm
Till you turn your back on me
I'm flickering forget me not
I'm the dirt on your shoes
You are the blood on my knees
But maybe someday I'll be someone
Who could muster the strength
To put a smile on their face
With yesterday's hands on their throat
Tearing at my flesh again
What's it feel like to fit in
My heart is rotting on the shelf
I wanna be somebody else
I tried and I tried and I can't get myself clean
Some things never change
Folded my heart in two and
Stored it in my back pocket
Wrote a note to myself and
Told myself that I lost it
So I took everything that you gave me
Wrote it down missed the wall
Landed on my wrist
Woah woah
Wrote a note to myself
Said I lost it
I'm a piece of the puzzle
You're already complete
But maybe someday I'll fit somewhere
Without trimming myself
To fit into the mold
Just be yourself is the worst thing I've been told
Tearing at my flesh again
What's it feel like to fit in
My heart is rotting on the shelf
I wanna be somebody else
I tried and I tried and I can't get myself clean
Some things never change
Folded my heart in two and
Stored it in my back pocket
Wrote a note to myself and
Told myself that I lost it
So I took everything that you gave me
Wrote it down missed the wall
Landed on my wrist
Woah woah
Wrote a note to myself
Said I lost it
Rip the pin that's
Stuck in my chest
I swear to you I'll
Give you my best
Rip the pin that's
Stuck in my chest
I swear to you I'll
Give you my best
I've got this locked and loaded
My way with words is encoded
With metaphors and big words
To cover up how bad this hurts
Folded my heart in two and
Stored it in my back pocket
Wrote a note to myself and
Told myself that I lost it
Know that I don't need you (The days that you won't remember)
Or the blood that I've shed (Are the nights that pull me under)
I'll be fine on my own (Now I get to live this over)
I'll fit in when I'm dead (I'm fucked and I won't get better)
Strike me down I'll keep you warm
Till you turn your back on me
I'm flickering forget me not
I'm the dirt on your shoes
You are the blood on my knees
But maybe someday I'll be someone
Who could muster the strength
To put a smile on their face
With yesterday's hands on their throat
Tearing at my flesh again
What's it feel like to fit in
My heart is rotting on the shelf
I wanna be somebody else
I tried and I tried and I can't get myself clean
Some things never change
Folded my heart in two and
Stored it in my back pocket
Wrote a note to myself and
Told myself that I lost it
So I took everything that you gave me
Wrote it down missed the wall
Landed on my wrist
Woah woah
Wrote a note to myself
Said I lost it
I'm a piece of the puzzle
You're already complete
But maybe someday I'll fit somewhere
Without trimming myself
To fit into the mold
Just be yourself is the worst thing I've been told
Tearing at my flesh again
What's it feel like to fit in
My heart is rotting on the shelf
I wanna be somebody else
I tried and I tried and I can't get myself clean
Some things never change
Folded my heart in two and
Stored it in my back pocket
Wrote a note to myself and
Told myself that I lost it
So I took everything that you gave me
Wrote it down missed the wall
Landed on my wrist
Woah woah
Wrote a note to myself
Said I lost it
Rip the pin that's
Stuck in my chest
I swear to you I'll
Give you my best
Rip the pin that's
Stuck in my chest
I swear to you I'll
Give you my best
I've got this locked and loaded
My way with words is encoded
With metaphors and big words
To cover up how bad this hurts
Folded my heart in two and
Stored it in my back pocket
Wrote a note to myself and
Told myself that I lost it
Know that I don't need you (The days that you won't remember)
Or the blood that I've shed (Are the nights that pull me under)
I'll be fine on my own (Now I get to live this over)
I'll fit in when I'm dead (I'm fucked and I won't get better)
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Francois
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