It’s hard to walk through all the places that your life used to be in, so you thought you’d shed a layer, maybe try on some new skin
Your friends are all imaginary, your shrink stopped answering her phone
So you decide to make incisions at your home while you’re alone
But you’re no tailor, you’re no surgeon, none of your cuts go very straight
Every new layer you uncover reveals something else that you hate
And then you cracked your head and broke some bones, and when you glued them back together you found out you did it wrong
Well, this is the same logic that got us into trouble the first time
I don’t need to know where you come from if you don’t know where you belong
So how’s it feel to walk around like you’re some sort of freak?
You’re just a monster in a costume, a shade of what you used to be
And you’ve got your kind of brand new face on where all the skin’s pulled thin and taut, and every kid you see starts crying, so you stop going out for walks
Well, I guess nothing can be perfect, so here’s a comforting thought; At the bottom of the ocean fish won’t judge you by your faults
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