Sitting in your room full of mary jane and doubt   You feel that you're the you-know who that people talk about   The valentines and razor blades are sitting on the shelf   You're all you ever speak of but you say you hate yourself      Writing in a book full of fairy tales and angst   You say that they are cluttered but to me they look quite blank   You say your life is boring and you've got a sad routine   you say you're at a crossroads but you're only seventeen      Scared of your shadow   Scared of the dark   Scared that the awkward years are gonna leave a mark      Scared of your shadow   Scared of the mist   Scared that your whole life will be half as dull as this      Talking to the wall hoping that it will talk back   If you don't look for colours you are going to see black   You look inside your mind and find it clinical and stark   You don't want to be blind, you want the light to be more dark      Scared of your shadow   Scared of the dark   Scared that the awkward years are gonna leave a mark      Scared of your shadow   Scared of the mist   Scared that your whole life will be half as dull as this