Imagine a sea of screens
Watching
Judging
Hating
Anything they see
Then pan to a shot of me
Questioning everything
Get out
If it means you'll be happy
It's a brand you burnt into my back
A blistered reminder of why I'm where I am
Twist my arms
As much as you're twisting my words
I don't think I'm the horse you want to bet on
Or a person to have faith in
I just filled in the dotted line
Now I'll hide behind the paint
Get out
If it means you'll be happy
It's a brand you burnt into my back
A blistered reminder of why I'm where I am
Twist my arms
As much as you're twisting my words
There's no way I could make anyone happy
I'm callous from how this has rubbed off on me
It's not as hard as you'd think
Being made out of stone
I wish I had this poetic poise
An articulate finesse
I'm too clumsy
And the words escape me
I'm hazy
And any passing thought can displace me
It's a brand you burnt into my back
A blistered reminder of why I'm where I am
Twist my arms
As much as you're twisting my words
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