Yeah, I will cut myself up, into tiny pieces
And share with you all, not the very best
Until there's nothing left of this man I once was
But broken promises, and life's regrets
I've got no more excuses, or stupid pleas
I'll take my life, can anyone help please?
"You'd do better off without him" your friends all say
I hear that same shit, again and again and again
And I'm trying so hard but I'm failing fast
Show me something that could make this last
I've got no magic left, no fog or smoke machines
I got nothing left, but these stupid plans and these broken dreams
Trying so hard but I'm failing fast
Show me something that could make this last
I've got no magic left, no fog or smoke machines
I got nothing left, but these stupid plans and these broken dreams
And these broken dreams
And these broken dreams
And these broken dreams