i never really see up close
but always from afar
perhaps because i overdosed
and they only see my scars
perhaps because i'm different
i don't fit their shape
perhaps i should be different
give into their sultry ways
perhaps it's all on me
i can't seem to fit in
perhaps it's all on me
i can't tighten my skin
perhaps i'm kidding no one
they see straight through my lies
perhaps it won't be undone
they see the smoke clouds my eyes
perhaps it won't be worth it
trying to fit their mold
perhaps i'll be better off
just turning to stone
