This is my face on my head on my shoulders
With eyes and a mouth and a nose
With a lie on my tongue and a weight on my back
And a fidgeting twitch in my toes
But this isn’t me anymore

These are my arms around you, though you’re reluctant
And my fingernails, I can’t help but bite
My face is in my hands, but I’ll change in seconds
As my smile returns and I remember tonight
And I find that I’m me once more

‘Cause this is the me that I like to be
Charisma quick wit and charm
But that side of me rarely likes to be
In the face of causing harm
Can you see my fear as you disappear
Into someone else’s arms
Or are you unaware that the me you care for
Isn’t really me at all
This is me

These are my hands, on my arms, on my conscience
With fingers that shake while they [bad word] 
And this is you, in my head, regardless of whether I want you there
And thoughts that I tried to avoid have already begun
And I can’t feel myself anymore

These are my fingers typing, to no avail
As I try my best, to let you down
But I’ve just so much to do, and I can’t help but force you
To the bottom of my lists and block out the sound
This isn’t the me I want to explore