It don't gotta be perfect
Or what we working for
'Cause in the end it's worth it
We all gotta have floors
Don't matter 'bout me
I'm gon' cope
Don't, don't matter 'bout me
How far I go
I used to sit and dream what I'd grow up to be
Now playing back old memories on this JVC
Who is this broken picture of my former self
This man who sold his soul just to regain his wealth
Feels like I'm blind
Tryna find Mars
I feel like a prisoner locked behind steel bars
Would you, gimme a help in hand
If that's all I asked, would I
Would I really be me without my stitches and scars
I'm all in
This is me
I'm all in, right here
For the world to see
Is there something better
Am I missing the cracks
I don't have the answers
I can't answer that
I used to sit and dream what I'd grow up to be
Now playing back old memories on this JVC
Who is this broken picture of my former self
This man who sold his soul just to regain his wealth
Feels like I'm blind
Tryna find Mars
I, feel like a prisoner locked behind steel bars
Would you gimme a help in hand
If that's all I asked, would I
Would I really be me without my stitches and scars
When I feel I'm getting closer
Always tripping up, I gotta gain composure
They think I'm worry free
But you'll see it's killing me
Even in my darkest hour
I'ma brush it off like April showers
Just like a boomerang
I'ma keep coming back again
Feels like I'm blind
Tryna find Mars
I feel like a prisoner locked behind steel bars
Would you gimme a help in hand
If that's all I asked and I
Would I really be me without my stitches and scars
Feels like I'm blind
Tryna find mars
I feel like a prisoner locked behind steel bars (would I really be me)
Would you gimme a help in hand
If that's all I asked, would I
Would I really be me without my
Stitches and scars (would I really be me)
My stitches and scars
My stitches and scars
Would I really be me without my stitches and scars