Out Of Control

The blood is dry in the wounds I hide

The scars are settling in

So I keep the light low and they still show

I sit and count every stitch

What it means, what it really means

It's time I let everything go

That's killing me and turning me

Spinning me so out of control

I don't want to let go

I don't want to let go

Don't know what for but these open doors

Keep slamming in on me

And if life's a joke then it's getting old

And I hope God's looking out for me

What it means, what it really means

It's time I let everything go

That's killing me and turning me

Spinning me so out of control

I don't want to let go

I don't want to let go

The blood in the wounds I hid

The scars are settling in