Will things even get better?
I can't fake it
I can't take it
Aim your double-faced bullets at me
Then you say I cry when I should laugh
I don't know
Are you sure?
I'm not what I have been told I am
Not what I told myself that I am
I am love, pure, innocent
I can't breathe through my nose, but I can taste with my lips
I'm not my skin
I'm fragile like a doll
An abandoned dog
Don't give it food
They're terrified I will outshine them
But my pillow is dead, that's why I can dream
Dream
Am I sure?
I'm not what I have been told I am
Not what I told myself that I am
I am love, pure, innocent
I can't breathe through my nose, but I can taste with my lips
I'm not my skin
So I can choose to create my place
If you feel threatened by me, I'm doing things okay
And I did what I do best
Grab my guitar and write a song about my pain
Oh
Things, they got so much better
I can fake it
I can take it