i would love to be better i would love to be free i would love to be perfect when you look at me but instead i'm still crying yes instead i'm still lying sad to say i'm still trying not to be me when i see all the weakness that i turned into sickness i still think i can slide just fine on the ice it's not easy to be honest sometimes i'm just astonished how hard it can be to be true
[CHORUS:] why do i lie? is it just to get by if i give up my lines will i die? if fortunes are favored then i am in labor and i'm trying so hard to leave lying behind
i don't want to be hazy i don't think that i'm crazy but i've had some moments where i am not sure and if you can forgive me for just being human then i will try harder to keep my words pure
i could be on the border it could be a disorder honestly i think that i can come clean and all of my stories might even be boring if i can tell you what they all mean