I'm here, I'm here I'm underneath your skin.
You can't feel me cause I refuse to let you in.
Writer, fighter, burnt down, collider.
I'm a little bird parched out here, don't wanna disappear.

And all things in my life may go, but I'll save art,
I can't lose van gogh
Make me love you make love you cause I won't.
Make me know you make me know you cause I don't.

I'm no winner, a beginner at sticking these things through,
but I'm for you.
Forget, forget the reason and the rhyme.
I swear I try to tell myself this all the time.

The second I, open my eyes and wake.
It's like I can't see me without a double take.
I can't wait until I'm old, because I'm young I'm not controlled.
Can't you see, I must free, I do what my mind is told.