There are a lot of things
A person like me could be sorry for
I make mistakes too many times in a day
'Till I break
And I don't have the voice of an angel
I'm no where near where I want to be
People say "It's fine. I'm okay."
Well, what do they know about me?
I'm so damn immature and insecure
And everything I wish I couldn't be
And I hate my face and the words that I say
The truth is I'm always this way
So I'll take off my skin
And I'll give up my bones
My dust of what's left of me
Never found home
And I know I'm a mess
My own heart, I detest
Was too much a forgiver
Wish I didn't shiver