Am I made of metal
Are there magnets in my couch
There's a pull on my back and I can't get out
Am I made of glass
Will I shatter on impact
There's a crack in my gut and it's splintering fast
Am I made of sand
Will I slip through your fingers
Will I see the difference of what I've become when none of this is real
And I want so many things that I don't deserve
Please help me get up
Hold out you hand, and pull
Please help me get up
If you don't, who will
I'm ashamed of myself some nights
I don't sleep much, and I'm sick all the time
When sorry's not enough
I'll write something else and then crumple it up
I want so many things that I don't deserve
I need so many things that I don't deserve
Please help me get up
Hold out you hand, and pull
Please help me get up
If you don't, who will
Please help me get up
Hold out you hand, and pull
Please help me get up
If you don't, who will