I tend to come off wrong when you look at all the things that I have done. If you look at only what you see, I'm a puzzle piece and it all falls down. It all falls down on me. I find a better state of mind when I'm on my own. I can't be bothered to get it right. It'll come in time, in time. Something so sweet about seeing things through a broken lens. I know I'll fuck it up, but it's what I need in the end. Hold on to the promise of better days. It's been dark too long. In the backseat of my mind, I find all the perfect ways of killing time. I can't be bothered to get it right. It'll come in time, in time. Something so sweet about seeing things through a broken lens. I know I'll fuck it up, but it's what I need in the end. I learn the hard way, the same mistakes over and over. Till I get it through my head, what it is I need in the end. In the end. In the end. Something so sweet about being stuck in a broken lens. I know I'll fuck it up, but it's what I need in the end. I learn the hard way, the same mistakes over and over. Till I get it through my head, what it is I need in the end. In the end. In the end. I tend to come off wrong.