changes

hello hello big artist you're on air
the girl left me for a lack of character
sometimes stuff seem so wrong
i only see myself dirty when i feel alone
2 cents for my stinky arrogance
what these wounds can teach you
nuttin go live don't forget breathing
she said she can't play believing no more
had to go on writing my freak show
thinking about fake love and money
i am a sick man i need professional help
before becoming professional
i'll keep singing red lights hundreds of hugs
do you feel special, aren't you
we all are, don't fool yourself
counting imaginary friends every night
there might be more for all of us
understanding all these changes
keeping that smile intact
heart beating as a perfect machine
words flowing from within
you matter you are loved don't you ever give up on yourself
it's worth it