Sometimes I scare myself Sometimes I can't get help Sometimes I wanna kill myself But I cannot move, no I cannot move Sometimes I scare myself Sometimes I can't get help Sometimes I wanna kill myself But I'm living in a scarecrow, screaming Metaphorical, skin is misleading Its leaving scars in my skin and I'm bleeding Weeping fields, do you know how it feels Its digging in the scars are real Invisible, its pecking at my head Unkillable, like birds that are scared I'm missable, original, throw in another dollar bill Surround me in the sounds that'd kill another crowd Not me, I'm stuck in this body Left alone just trees to see Why am I intertwining Physically and mentally Believing, fantasy for remedy Receding, sanity for melody There is someone inside me that's trying to break Sometimes I scare myself Sometimes I can't get help Sometimes I wanna kill myself But I cannot move, no I cannot move Sometimes I scare myself Sometimes I can't get help Sometimes I wanna kill myself But I'm living in a scarecrow, screaming Sometimes I scare myself Sometimes I can't get help Sometimes I wanna kill myself But I cannot move, no I cannot move Sometimes I scare myself Sometimes I can't get help Sometimes I wanna kill myself But I'm living in a scarecrow, screaming