My past was so aggressive, I focused on the lessons My demons kept on knocking till I let them in

The times were so dramatic, I gave you love, you had it Sold everything I owned until my soul was made of plastic (so)

I sit alone in this dark room I sit alone in this dark room

Turning plastic into magic, took the words that you had told me How I'm nothing like the old me, well I've had it

I've been wishing you could hold me, wishing someone would console me Cause you treated me like paper, but I loved the way you fold me

Now I'm on my own again I will hold my soul, I won't pretend

That this is the end, the end Pick myself up and start writing again

Guess I'm on my own again At least I've got my old friends

I'm never letting go again We'll be alright together if we hold on till the very end

My past was so aggressive, I focused on the lessons My demons kept on knocking till I let them in

The times were so dramatic, I gave you love, you had it Sold everything I owned until my soul was made of plastic

My soul was made of plastic Until my soul was made of plastic

Until my soul was made of plastic Until my soul was made of plastic

Until my soul was made of plastic