I'm in the cut with bloody knuckles
Irony, sight for sore eyes to see
Least likely to like to leave
Lie to me (lie to me)
Tell me that I'm good and misunderstood
Cause the fear (the fear) is frightening
And I don't want to be judged
I don't want to be judged
I don't want to be judged

So tell me where the hugs at? ... where the [bad word] at?
I'm dying(dying) and you're not crying (crying) (louder)
I'm tired of feeling sour ... the power, and whoever on it
Cause I murder and re-up on it

I wanna see his mother sob
"Why?", body hunched over his coffin
Like, "Why did it go so quick?
Why did that clip slip and make his lip drip bright red?"

I'm feeling nauseous
Vomit up chunks of check mix and light [bad word] Cause I found out the only virgin here was [bad word] punch
So what was the point of even blowing up
Rolling up, getting blown and such
But never ever ever ever ever ever (grip the cup)

I guess it's just a myth of song
Call them easter bunts
I'm sick of making friends
Sick of making amends
I'm sick of women (women) thinking that I owe them [bad word] 
You got your vowels screwed ... am I to do
When the message [bad word] And I end up in the noose
For something I didn't do

So ... you I'm done talking
I don't want to be judged
I don't want to be judged
So tell me where the hugs at ... where the [bad word] at
I'm dying (dying) and your not crying (crying)
I'm tired of feeling sour ... the power
And whoever on it

I don't want to be judged
I don't want to be judged
I don't want to be judged
I don't want to be judged

I don't want to be judged
I don't want to be judged
I don't want to be judged
I don't want to be judged

I don't want to be judged
I don't want to be judged
I don't want to be judged
I don't want to be judged