It don't gotta be perfect Or what we working for 'Cause in the end it's worth it We all gotta have floors Don't matter 'bout me I'm gon' cope Don't, don't matter 'bout me How far I go I used to sit and dream what I'd grow up to be Now playing back old memories on this JVC Who is this broken picture of my former self This man who sold his soul just to regain his wealth Feels like I'm blind Tryna find Mars I feel like a prisoner locked behind steel bars Would you, gimme a help in hand If that's all I asked, would I Would I really be me without my stitches and scars I'm all in This is me I'm all in, right here For the world to see Is there something better Am I missing the cracks I don't have the answers I can't answer that I used to sit and dream what I'd grow up to be Now playing back old memories on this JVC Who is this broken picture of my former self This man who sold his soul just to regain his wealth Feels like I'm blind Tryna find Mars I, feel like a prisoner locked behind steel bars Would you gimme a help in hand If that's all I asked, would I Would I really be me without my stitches and scars When I feel I'm getting closer Always tripping up, I gotta gain composure They think I'm worry free But you'll see it's killing me Even in my darkest hour I'ma brush it off like April showers Just like a boomerang I'ma keep coming back again Feels like I'm blind Tryna find Mars I feel like a prisoner locked behind steel bars Would you gimme a help in hand If that's all I asked and I Would I really be me without my stitches and scars Feels like I'm blind Tryna find mars I feel like a prisoner locked behind steel bars (would I really be me) Would you gimme a help in hand If that's all I asked, would I Would I really be me without my Stitches and scars (would I really be me) My stitches and scars My stitches and scars Would I really be me without my stitches and scars