[Guitar Intro] How many do you want from me? Some songs aren’t written for free They’re paid in blood And still so loved Writing from the parts unsung From songs above Back and forth We did this before Writing something from the floor Crying with the beat of the moment Picking me apart From the very start I fall apart Why be whole? I’m all made up Break me into pieces Glue me at the seems Take apart everything All my hopes All my dreams What are feelings? What are feelings? I don’t seem to have them I need to write it down Feelings are upside down Writing every day Writing to stay sane I need them These feelings They never end
