| Got this dagger in my back | |
| The blade inside me burning | |
| Change these colors in my head | |
| Turn to face the real thing | |
| So what about me, what | |
| I want to be | |
| What about me, hear me when | |
| I speakBut sometimes | |
| I feel it, do you know how it is? | |
| You wake up in the morning, everything fits | |
| I'm still hoping tomorrow feels like this | |
| My perfect day | |
| Twist inside me feel it break | |
| The rubber band keeps turning | |
| See the tracks worn in my face | |
| Hallucinate, | |
| I'm burning | |
| So what about me, what | |
| I want to be | |
| What about me, hear me when | |
| I speakBut sometimes | |
| I feel it, do you know how it is? | |
| You wake up in the morning, everything fits | |
| I'm still hoping tomorrow feels like this | |
| My perfect day, my perfect day, my perfect day | |
| I can't believe this anymore | |
| I just don't see this anymore | |
| I'm stepping out into the rain again | |
| See my satellite in space | |
| Sending back the weather | |
| Try to find myself some space | |
| Move on up the ladder | |
| So what I want to be | |
| What about me, hear me when | |
| I speakBut sometimes | |
| I feel it, do you know how it is? | |
| You wake up in the morning, everything fits | |
| I'm still hoping tomorrow feels like this | |
| My perfect day, my perfect day | |
| But sometimes | |
| I feel it, do you know how it is? | |
| You wake up in the morning, everything fits | |
| I'm still hoping tomorrow feels like this | |
| My perfect day, my perfect day, my perfect day |