Laps Around a Picture Frame - Broadside

In my head, I feel you stare

Is it my lips or my dark hair?

I’m used to it, been there a few times

I don’t know

Are these thoughts really mine?

I can’t contain these demon’s hands

From pulling my mind beneath my mask

This room is growing so cold

I’m in my head

I’m hardly dressed

Say I beg for attention

You don’t see my reflection

The person I am ain’t the girl I was raised to be

I live my life on this image that you built for me

I hate myself, I have no friends

Just a blurry reminder of being second best

This room is growing so cold

The room is growing so cold, cold

Not every treasure’s made of gold, gold

What do you want from me?

I try my best to be more than my anxiety

Not every treasure’s made of gold

Woah oh, gold

I know that you’ve been there before

You felt that you’ve cried on that floor

Feelin' left out, so stressed out, baby

But I promise you’ve got so much more

Than loving to lose up on war

Gotta stand up, scream 'no more'

Gotta stand up, scream 'no more'

The room is growing so cold, cold

Not every treasure’s made of gold, gold

What do you want from me?

I try my best to be more than my anxiety

Not every treasure’s made of gold

Woah oh, gold

I’m falling apart inside

Do you really care if I live or die?

And I just wasn’t by

Just to pass the time

The room is growing so cold