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Lauren Jauregui

Scattered

 

Scattered

(album: PRELUDE - 2021)


Scattered
Like the leaves upon the wind when
Seasons must begin to change again
Shattered
Pointed shards, a heart is broken
Left in patterns on the carpet where she wept

Tear-stained face, I can't face these
Demons all alone, they don't like me
All night, they stay and eat light
They talk and they write in thunder and lightening
Gloves on, match met
God makes Her bet
That I'll lay my head down again in this bed

I think I might need some help
I don't feel like myself
I don't feel like myself
I think I might need some help
I don't feel like myself
I don't feel like myself

Scattered
Like the leaves upon the wind when
Seasons must begin to change again
Shattered
Pointed shards, a heart is broken
Left in pieces on the carpet where she bled

Bloodstained hands all around me
Hidden blades in a two-faced society
With sinister grins, they carve out their wins
From what's left of my sanity
Gloves on (Gloves on), match met (Match met)
God makes Her last bet (God makes Her bet)
That I'll lay my head down again in this bed

I think I might need some help
I don't feel like myself
I don't feel like myself
I think I might need some help
I don't feel like myself
I don't feel like myself

Clothing scattered all over my single bedroom apartment
My drink splattered look just like the paint on a Jackson Pollock
My grey matter been having me seeing red, but regardless
I'm not just mad at myself, I'm mad at the world
My girl says I got trust issues, honestly I fuck with you
It's just I need the guts to say fuck it and open up to you
But it's just open cuts too disgusting to be discussed with you
Too caught up in my emotions like Usher to confess to you
Caught up in my dreams and nightmares, demons don't fight fair
Waking up weeping from my night terrors, I'm acting light-skinned
Really dreaming of crying, I need me a Zion right here
Can't see 'em coming down my eyes, so I write tears

I think I might need some help (I don't feel like myself)
I don't feel like myself (I don't feel like myself)
I don't feel like myself (Anymore)
I think I might need some help
I don't feel like myself
I don't feel like myself

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