He's always running with scissors And he's covered with cuts and bruises The path that he chooses Is wrought with dangers and splintered ideals ??? to him feel too fucking real He feels like Charlie And just like a wallflower He lacked all the charm But he gains all of the power From his surroundings Hiding in empty buildings Abandoned theatres and unlit gravel parks He queues up for clubs but never goes in He always?? at the entrance These writhing bodies and snaking hips They make him feel nervous He only really wants to drink ?? so he can learn to fight the poison In his body like the venom she wrote him In that letter he wants to feel better He takes a breath, he shudders This isn't worth it He had a hundred cigarettes burned that night Blasted bark but never his bite He trained the hardest but he never won Don't stop trying, you'll get there Dan, don't stop trying, you'll get there Your loving mum