From the |scrapes and bruises|
To the familiar abuses
I'll \kick and scream\ but it
_Never changes anything_
I could (spill my guts out)
[Wearing my best little girl pout]
And I almost missed it
But {[nobody said that this was gonna be easy]}
(This is not the man I hoped to be)
And {[I'm just trying to stop the bleeding]} \I don't know how to word it\ /I just started to deserve it/
And all my, _all my faces are alibis_
And me, |I'm half the man I wanted to be|
_Most times it all comes out wrong_
(I don't know the words but I'll hum along)
There's [nothing famillar here anymore]
to anyone or /anything left to feel alive/
And {I still taste that sickness}
And {[it makes me crazy without it at best]}
But ||I'm in the same place I used to be||
But _I'm trying harder not to be_
(This is not the man I hoped to be)
And {[I'm just trying to stop the bleeding]} \I don't know how to word it\ /I just started to deserve it/
And all my, _all my faces are alibis_
And me, |I'm half the man I wanted to be|
\So what am I? What am I? So What Am I?\
And all my, _all my faces are alibis_
(This is not the man I hoped to be)
And {[I'm just trying to stop the bleeding]} \I don't know how the words go\ /I just started not to say no/
(Don't want it, Don't get it)
/I know you won't regret it/
|Don't surface, Don't surface|
{[And I feel so damned worthless]}
_Another day is gone and all my faces are alibis_
[All my faces are alibis and me]
