Truth works just like it needs to sharp An ugly riding off the lips of someone strange Oh, how weird it can be Looking at you, looking at me I know just what you think Yeah, I know just what you think
I can't take this down, I don't need it No, I don't want it, God, I don't want it I want to feel proud I won't let them see, won't let them see me Won't let them see me now It should be easier
The back of my throat is so dry The sick in my chest won't subside The ugly that is now is real The helplessness of my pain Me knowing the weight of my shame Can you get me out? Yeah, come on, get me out
I can't tell how I lie, I can't tell why I'm not gonna make it out real clean I can't tell when it's real I can't tell what I feel
Maybe this is numb? Maybe this is me? If this is really me, God, help me To separate fact from fiction Separate fact from fiction If I am really free, help me