There are a lot of things A person like me could be sorry for I make mistakes too many times in a day 'Til I break And I don't have the voice of an angel I'm nowhere near where I want to be People say it's fine. I'm okay Well, what do they know about me? And I'm so damn immature and insecure And everything I wish I couldn't be And I hate my face And the words that I say The truth is I'm always this way So I'll take off my skin And I'll give up my bones The dust of what's left of me Never found home And I know I'm a mess My own heart, I detest Was too much a forgiver Wish I didn't shiver