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A scarecrow, what I never wanted to be.
My jealousy could turn into murder
And my murder could end in your death.
But no, you really don't want that to happen yet.
You will die happy
I will die young
You will go out with grace
I will just be hung
I see all these mouthes around me
But I can't understand a word that is said
Everything is moving in circles now
Nobody has a body, just a bunch of heads
I looked into a field
with a birds drowning a scarecrow
It was then revealed,
I am that scarecrow.
Maybe I am too damn jealous for my own good
Maybe I can never connected because I am often misunderstood
Maybe you are just some kind of creature from hell
Whatever you were sent here to do, you are doing it well.
I am always misplaced, cause it feels like I'm constantly confused.
Was it suppose to end this way, was I suppose to be this bruised?
No, no, no you got to help me out, it's like i can never fucking see.
I let myself adapted and I became exactly what I never wanted to be.
