Sitting in your room full of mary jane and doubt
You feel that you're the you-know who that people talk about
The valentines and razor blades are sitting on the shelf
You're all you ever speak of but you say you hate yourself

Writing in a book full of fairy tales and angst
You say that they are cluttered but to me they look quite blank
You say your life is boring and you've got a sad routine
you say you're at a crossroads but you're only seventeen

Scared of your shadow
Scared of the dark
Scared that the awkward years are gonna leave a mark

Scared of your shadow
Scared of the mist
Scared that your whole life will be half as dull as this

Talking to the wall hoping that it will talk back
If you don't look for colours you are going to see black
You look inside your mind and find it clinical and stark
You don't want to be blind, you want the light to be more dark

Scared of your shadow
Scared of the dark
Scared that the awkward years are gonna leave a mark

Scared of your shadow
Scared of the mist
Scared that your whole life will be half as dull as this