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