I don't... but I do...

When you say that you are scared That life ain't working living is painful you never have breakthroughs Everywhere you look, the answers don't find you these things I can't relate to your childhood trauma the way you always blame karma how you cut when you get sad you say it makes you more...alive I'm trying here my hands behind my back I want to see who you are but the glass I am looking through seems distorted because no matter which angle I choose you seem broken