Letra de Laps Around a Picture Frame

In my head, I feel you stare Is it my lips or my dark hair? I'm used to it, been there a few times I don't know Are these thoughts really mine? I can't, can't take These demon's hands From pulling my mind beneath my mess This room is growing so cold I'm in my head I'm hardly dressed Say I beg for attention You don't see my reflection The person I am ain't the girl I was raised to be I live my life on this image that you built for me I hate myself, I have no friends Just a blurry reminder of being second best This room is growing so cold The room is growing so cold, cold Not every treasure's made of gold, gold What do you want from me? I try my best to be more than my anxiety Not every treasure's made of gold Woah oh, gold I know that you've been there before You felt that you've cried on that floor Feelin' left out, so stressed out, baby But I promise you've got so much more Than loving to lose up on war Gotta stand up, scream no more Gotta stand up, scream no more The room is growing so cold, cold Not every treasure's made of gold, gold What do you want from me? I try my best to be more than my anxiety Not every treasure's made of gold Woah oh, gold I'm falling apart inside Do you really care if I live or die? And I just wasn't by Just to pass the time The room is growing so cold