Truth works just like it needs to   Sharp, an ugly riding off the lips   Of someone strange   Oh, how weird it can be   Looking at you, looking at me   I know just what you think   Yeah, I know just what you think      I can't take this down   I don't need it   No, I don't want it   God, I don't want it   I want to feel proud   I won't let them see   Won't let them see me   Won't let t hem see me now   It should be easier      The back of my throat is so dry   The sick in my chest won't subside   The ugly that is now is real   The helplessness of my pain   Me knowing the weight of my shame    Can you get me out?   Yeah come on, get me out      I can't tell how I lie, I can't tell why   I'm not gonna make it   Out real clean   I can't tell when it's real   I can't tell what I feel   Maybe this is numb?   Maybe this is me?   If this is really me, God help me   To separate fact from fiction   Separate fact from fiction   If I am really free, help me