The seamed things are addictive too Distinct desire to observe such heals, such behave Such that it makes this hard for me I'm not real And I deny it I won't heal unless I cry I can't grieve, I won't grow, I won't heal Until I let it go I'm not real And I deny it I won't heal unless I cry The seamed things are addictive too Distinct desire to observe such heals, such behave Such that it makes this hard for me I'm not real And I deny it I won't heal unless I cry I can't grieve, I won't grow, I won't heal Until I let it go I'm not real And I deny it I won't heal unless I cry I can't grieve so I won't grow, I won't heal Til I let it go Cry, cry, cry Telling me why I lost myself identified Cry, cry, cry Telling you why I lost myself identified I'm not real And I deny it I won't heal unless I cry I can't grieve so I won't grow, I won't heal Til I let it go