I dig deep to find these holes in my skin I've been covering up A fake facade that's paper-thin I fixate the eyes of everyone around me To the demons I've been holding in (I've been holding in) I f**ed up Now I'm stuck In a headspace buried under two tonnes of insecurities Now everyone can see Patience and confidence is something that I lack With every step I take as crooked as my back I regret the things that I say I can't help that I'm that way Just know I'm trying my best So won't you cut me some slack? I feel the pressure As it slowly makes its way Through the cracks in my skin I'm used to this But six feet down I'm over it I've dug this hole again for myself again in my own head I f**ed up up Now I'm stuck In a headspace buried under two tonnes of insecurities Now everyone can see Patience and confidence is something that I lack With every step I take as crooked as my back I regret the things that I say I can't help that I'm that way Just know I'm trying my best So won't you cut me some slack? I am so sick of waiting For you to call me up and help me get out of my head I'm sick of all of this because These days I still pretend that I don't sleep alone in my bed But I'm still, buried under Six feet down I wonder If I'll ever be the same again, because Patience and confidence is something that I lack With every step I take as crooked as my back I regret the things that I say I can't help that I'm that way Just know I'm trying my best So won't you cut me some slack?