there's a scar on my hand and I don't know what for
and I still don't understand, oh it wasn't there before
distracted by the bruised up body I ignore
'cause every time I rise I'll fall to the ground floor
brother should I keep on beating myself
sisters I'm not that strong, I need your help
'cause I'm falling through the trap door
and don't stop me, not anymore
just use me like your sycamore
and abuse me so I can't grow more
and I might be well enough to crawl
so I'll drag myself down the hall
and you told me I should stand tall
and you're worried that I'm not at all
'cause I'm falling through the trap door
and don't stop me, not anymore
and just use me like your sycamore
and abuse me so I can't grow more
and I'm waiting, oh to hit the ground
(falling from the)
I know I'm also death bound
and you wait for me to come around
(I won't be back)
but I'm so close, oh I'm going down
'cause I'm falling through the trap door
