I guess it's true
It's not you its me.
It's me who has insecurities
Who's afraid of never being loved
To break down the walls.
It's me who can't move quick enough for you
It's me who can't open up
To every question you ask.
It's me who can't get over the past
Who can't take a hard hit
And shrug it off.
It's me who carries around a large suitcase
Filled with the things I've seen
The baggage that I have to carry.
It's me who's slowing you down
And for that,
I'm sorry.

Some see weeds,
I see flowers.

I always pay a little more attention
And give a little more love
To the weeds in flower gardens,
Because, like me,
They are the odd ones out.

Her hands are covered in countless scars
From all the time she tried to grab the stars,
A beautiful bright star to call her own
Because the darkness is all she's ever known

Her hands are covered in countless scars
From all the time she tried to grab the stars,

It'll all figure out
And it'll all make sense someday
But for now we will just have to
Keep on guessing.

Oh, Aphrodite I pray to thee
Find someone for me to love
And bring their heart to me.