[bad word] 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?
 [bad word] 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