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 fucked 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 (feel the pressure)
As it slowly makes its way (slowly makes it 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 fucked 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?