Such a curse to yourself
A picture of doubt
It’s framing your view, watching as you crumble

O, the beautiful design
Of a poorly constructed mind
Drawing circles around your eyes
Building mountains you’ll never climb

No sense in wasting all you have
Your virtues and your time
I’m just calling to see if you’re still there

O, the beautiful design
Of a poorly constructed mind
Drawing circles around your eyes
Building mountains you’ll never climb

The beautiful design
The beautiful design
The beautiful design