I care way too much about what people think of me
And I never live up to who I think I'm supposed to be
I say I'm not enough, so nobody else has to
Scared to get attached to anyone
I keep scissors by my side, so I'm ready at any second
To cut off all ties
I soak my wounds in salt and lemon
Then I start to cry 'cause I know it's not supposed to
Be this hard to get close to anyone