Wreck

You are a wreck But that is beautiful to me You see we are not very different types of People say "stay away!" but I am stepping on the gas Show me the way and I will grab you by the Hand Yeah You don't know Who you are or what you want to be You see in life I struggle with that same thing You lack value but always think that you are rich Show my your real face I'm tired of dealing with such a kid Yeah Isn't it strange these days? They don't want you to believe the patterns that you have seen They'd rather you believe In what they say So strange these ways As if you're living in a reoccurring dream that suddenly Makes you see What you refuse to believe I, too, see you Just as I used to be Careful, you see I was the best at convincing Myself I was fine when all I could do was lurch Far from divine but I had found myself a church Woo Isn't it strange these days? They don't want you to believe the patterns that you have seen They'd rather you believe In what they say So strange these ways As if you're living in a reoccurring dream that suddenly Makes you see What you refuse to believe Isn't it strange these days? They don't want you to believe the patterns that you have seen They'd rather you believe In what they say So strange these ways As if you're living in a reoccurring dream that suddenly Makes you see What you refuse to believe