
Verse 1: Something in my wiring refuses new instructions. My mind’s an empty lot still waiting on construction. Everyone who entered couldn’t figure out its functions. When they left, they swore the world became their dungeon. Maybe I’m to blame for part of the destruction. The fall comes fast once you’re caught in my seduction. Chorus: If you stay, you’ll lose your sense of direction, If you leave, you’ll carry my reflection. Let’s stay on the same topic, no deflection. There’s no cure for this obsessive infection. Why change what I possess? It’s a beautiful imperfection. Don’t blame my brain for what it can’t explain. You were never meant to understand the way I was made. Verse 2: A clock is right twice, but I’m never wrong. I told you the hour, you told me it stopped. The machine in me refuses to let me breathe. How are you different from who I’m meant to be? Are you really being yourself, or hiding who you are beneath the need to be free? Do you feel what you feel, or are you trying to be seen? Are we just missing the signs, or are we really playing for keeps? The heart dropped, and it missed a beat. Chorus: If you stay, you’ll lose your sense of direction, If you leave, you’ll carry my reflection. Let’s stay on the same topic, no deflection. There’s no cure for this obsessive infection. Why change what I possess? It’s a beautiful imperfection. Don’t blame my brain for what it can’t explain. You were never meant to understand the way I was made. Bridge: What’s a wound that never heals? What’s a wound that never seals? What’s an internal scar that never shows its reveal? What’s outside your skin that exposes your tears? What’s the battle you face when you’re hiding your fears? What’s a dream worth having if it could never be real? Chorus: If you stay, you’ll lose your sense of direction, If you leave, you’ll carry my reflection. Let’s stay on the same topic, no deflection. There’s no cure for this obsessive infection. Why change what I possess? It’s a beautiful imperfection. Don’t blame my brain for what it can’t explain. You were never meant to understand the way I was made.

