It must have been hard; staying in line    knowing your influences did it all the time    It must have been strange; living in blue    and see me shut down as though    it was an easy thing to do    But you could tell where I had been    by the way I held my gun    Trying to write anything while being    mocked b an off beat drum    But I was not honest    I was not healthy    I was not honest, honest.       You did the right thing covered your scars    Challenged your faith    and closed your eyes driving cars    For all that they knew you were safe home    But you went through hell    whenever you were left alone       But you could see where I had been    in the pictures that they took    I tied to look positive at things,    Faced myself but didn't look    That was not honest    I was not healthy    I am not honest, honest.       I wish you could see yourself through my eyes    There's no need to cling to unnecessary lies    The voice in your head whose spirit you stole    left you for dead but you dug the hole       And I could see where you had been    from the marks around your wrists    The red water washed around your sins    but are you as pure as this?    No you are not honest    You are not healthy    You are not honest, honest.