baggage && doubt

and she's so broken now--too chaotic to mention
but she digs herself deeper with polluted pretention.
with tears in her eyes and hands stretched above,
she's just trying so hard to learn how to love

everyone but herself--nope, can't go that route.
too much pressure on the soul. too much baggage && doubt.
she writhes, she screams, she slams, she dreams,
but there's no one left to turn to, it seems.

[chorus]
what am i to do except write about you?
i can't be your shelter. i can't fix it this time.
it's just a little acceptance and a little repentance.
we all see through the lies this time.

and she's just so tired, but where to find rest?
they'll just say they don't have what she needs, at best.
cause the whispers can swim and the gossip can sprint,
and it's clear she's in pain but they won't take the hint.

now with every cold stare she's staring down herself,
her makeup, her hair... her smile, her health.
and then he smiles at her, and she'd give up her soul.
a whisper of attention to cover up the holes.

[chorus 2]
what am i to do except be there for you?
i can't be that attention on which you rely.
just admit what you've done and they may understand.
you're the only one that can fix it this time.

and i'm just so lost as to how to mend this,
but i dig myself deeper with tightly clenched fists.
with tears in my eyes i'm looking for a smile--
anything to make this pain worthwhile.

all of you are so broken--too chaotic for words
but you flock to the prettiest pretentious herds.
and who am i to gossip and to stare?
and who are you to whisper without care?

and yeah, she's worse off than you or me,
but it's just an example of what not to be.
and she's so broken now, but aren't we all?
don't guilt yourself by worsening her fall.

[chorus 3]
what can i do but lend you my hand?
don't think i believe you or think this is right.
i just want you to know, not all hope is lost.
you don't have to be alone tonight.