Your

self

cont-

rol

makes

me

feel

a-

lone

I've

tried

con-

fi-

dence,

had

it

for

break-

fast

to-

day

I've

lost

the

per-

fec-

tion,

a

mess

with-

out

words

As

the

sea-

sons

change

I'll

con-

ti-

nue

to

ig-

nore

The

i-

mage

I

pro-

ject-

me

with-

out

me

The

pic-

ture

that

I

scanned

is

bor-

rowed

Af-

ter

the

e-

du-

ca-

tion

you

stopped

ma-

king

sense

to

me

Seems

to

me

it's

all

the

same,

time

and

time

and

time

and

time

a-

gain

Slow-

ly,

all

that

I

be-

lieved

in,

tur-

ning

in-

to

a

lie

To

aim

and

miss,

my

su-

per-

na-

tu-

ral

art

Spen

-

ding

to

much

time

with

my-

self

Try

-

ing

to

ex-

plai-

ning

who

I am

How

come

it's

pos-

sible

I

wish

there

was

a

way

Sud-

den-

ly

in-

vin-

cible

I'm

the

sculpture

made

out

of

clay

I

need

some-

one

to

break

the

si-

lence

Be-

fore

it

all

falls

a-

part

I

need

somet-

hing

to

cling

on-

to

Be-

fore

I

break

you

in

parts

So

af-

raid

of

what

you

may

think

And

all

the

plas

-

tic

people

that

sur-

rounds

me

I

have

to

find

the

path

to where

it

all

be-

gins

To

teach

the

world

my

su-

per-

na-

tu-

ral

art

How

come

it's

pos-

sible

I

wish

there

was

a

way

Sud-

den-

ly

in-

vin-

cible

I'm

the

sculpture

made

out

of

clay