You don't know how you move me
 [bad word] me
And consume me
I'm all used up
I'm out of luck
I am [bad word] 
By something in your eyes that is keeping my hope alive

But I'm sick of myself when I look at you
Something is beautiful and [bad word] 
In a world that's ugly and a lie
It's hard to even want to try
And I'm beginning to think Baby you don't know

I'll take or leave
The room to breathe
The choice to leave you
I'll throw away
chance at greatness
Just to make this
 [bad word] into play, I don't know if I'll find a way

'Cause I'm sick of myself when I look at you
Something is beautiful and [bad word] 
In a world that's ugly and a lie
It's hard to even want to try
And I'm beginning to think Baby you don't know
I'm beginning to think Baby you don't know

There's something in your eyes that is keeping my hope alive
But I'm sick of myself when I look at you
Something is beautiful and [bad word] 
In a world that's ugly and a lie
It's hard to even want to try
And I'm beginning to think Baby you don't know
I'm beginning to think Baby you don't know