cause i keep wondering
if an artist gets hurt
how do they cope with it
oh, they create

watch it all come down
and they put the pieces together
they figure out the mystery
in what we didn’t think to solve

what do they do
if they lose what they’re praising
if they can’t act the role they were given
for what they were chosen

i keep forgetting how i used to be
how i used to stay, how i used to flee
the melody’s running and i give it no depth
reality stole it

and i never learnt to control it