There are versions of me I will never be I tucked them away where no one can see Out of fear of being too weak or to ordinary

no one cares about the extras in your story stop going on like there is some kind of glory in being a sad boy with no escaping this battle, your own purgatory but please go on with your little allegory

I don't need you to understand So don't try and convince me of who I am, don't force my hand I hid these ghosts away to avoid being a story at the newsstand To try and survive that which those pieces of me couldn't withstand

here we go with your savior complex on the witness stand i saved myself from myself and stopped myself from being one they mis...under...stand ha..... you're not some hero of the damned no one cares about your emotional contraband

That's where I think you are wrong

oh, what is this new part of your birdsong

You are a version of me I got rid of so go, run along

it looks like it's not as easy to kill off parts of yourself and im right where i belong theres no escaping me now but don't worry this isn't your swan song but now it's my turn to bury you like i should have all along

there are versions of you that can never live you decided after some review tucked them away to save yourself or at least you tried to weak and ordinary, that sounds right while we're speaking of you

scared boy what is this version of me going to put us through