Scattered words, fold across the pages Nothing quite makes sense anymore One day I’ll come back and rearrange it Turn beauty in to a broader concept Save the pity, mind your business didn’t seem to mind that time was passing Till it caught up to me all at once Stacked with fears the odds always against Me But I can’t get any farther if I convince myself I’m already dead Cus its, already too late tonight Won’t get my perfect 8 and I keep Thinking where it all went wrong Turning feels into another song No one takes me serious, I make myself take the blame Then complain about the pressure I Already know that I can do better I’ve tried Found a journal, I poured out my whole story The feeling of pain was entertained. In the end I hope to remember the glory But only the good, the bad can’t stay Even if it guided me along the way Someday they might recognize my journey I hope to be the one, in the front row. The letters that soon became my story Across the world, through hearts and souls Part of me knows that They’ll know Cus its, already too late tonight Won’t get my perfect 8 and I keep Thinking where it all went wrong Turning feels into another song No one takes me serious I make my,self take the blame Then complain about the pressure I Already know that I can do better I’ve tried more