Lyric

Clumsy steps—this right-handed, stubborn My Soul

Can’t control the distance, always pushing hearts away

Sharpening my pride—obsessive My Soul

Never learned to lie, so they turn from me again

Harsh words slipped out and they cut you, My Love

Thought we walked together, side by side as one

Hand raised high against the blinding sunlight — My Life

Chasing dreams that run, but I won’t let them go

Time runs fast, then slow again

Tangled in a fate we never chose

Still, we breathe today

In the future I imagine—there is no sorrow

In the world I draw by hand—there is no confusion

With the warmth of 36 degrees, I carve another scar

Clumsy as a painting—this fragile My Soul

Hiding quiet colors, getting laughed at every time

Every Monday comes with silent My Soul

Using flashy topics just to feel alive

Truth I speak is sharp yet gentle, soft and bright

Rising vivid from the dark inside my chest

Straight intentions never go the way I want

Still I’ll keep a promise with the smile my right hand makes

Many scars I want to finish—proof I’m still alive

In the future I envision—there is no hatred

In the world my hands create—there is no disaster

With the warmth of 36 degrees, I touch the scars that ache

In the future I imagine—there is no sorrow

In the world I draw by hand—there is no confusion

With the warmth of 36 degrees, I carve another scar

Straight intentions never go the way I want

Still I’ll keep a promise with the smile my right hand makes

Every scar I finish tells the story I believe

In the future I envision—there is no hatred

In the world my hands create—there is no disaster

With the warmth of 36 degrees, I touch the scars again