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    Scattered
    Like the leaves upon the wind when
    Seasons must begin to change again
    Shattered
    Pointed shards, a heart is broken
    Left in patterns on the carpet where she wept
    Tear-stained face, I can’t face these
    Demons all alone, they don’t like me
    All night, they stay and eat light
    They talk and they write in thunder and lightening
    Gloves on, match met
    God makes Her bet
    That I’ll lay my head down again in this bed

    I think I might need some help
    I don’t feel like myself
    I don’t feel like myself
    I think I might need some help
    I don’t feel like myself
    I don’t feel like myself

    Scattered
    Like the leaves upon the wind when
    Seasons must begin to change again
    Shattered
    Pointed shards, a heart is broken
    Left in pieces on the carpet where she bled
    Bloodstained hands all around me
    Hidden blades in a two-faced society
    With sinister grins, they carve out their wins
    From what’s left of my sanity
    Gloves on (floves on), match met (match met)
    God makes Her last bet (God makes Her last bet)
    That I’ll lay my head down again in this bed

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    I think I might need some help
    I don’t feel like myself
    I don’t feel like myself
    I think I might need some help
    I don’t feel like myself
    I don’t feel like myself

    Clothing scattered all over my single bedroom apartment
    My drink splattered look just like the paint on a Jackson Pollock
    My grey matter been havin’ me seein’ red, but regardless
    I'm not just mad at myself, I'm mad at the world
    My girl says I got trust issues, honestly, I fuck with you
    It’s just I need the guts to say: Fuck it, and open up to you
    But it’s just open cuts too disgusting to be discussed with you
    Too caught up in my emotions like Usher to confess to you
    Caught up in my dreams and nightmares, demons don’t fight fair
    Wakin’ up weepin’ from my night terrors, I'm actin’ light-skinned
    Really dreamin’ of cryin’, I need me a Zion right here
    Can’t see ’em comin’ down my eyes, so I write tears (oh, oh, woah)

    I think I might need some help (I don’t feel like myself)
    I don’t feel like myself (I don’t feel like myself)
    I don’t feel like myself (anymore)
    I think I might need some help
    I don’t feel like myself
    I don’t feel like myself

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    Composición: Zaire Koalo, Lauren Jauregui, Vic Mensa, Charity Croff y Downtown Trevor Brown

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