Confusion over fiction
A stretch to be myself
Openly handling
Without a second skin
Something
Gone over my intentions
But kept it for myself
Evenly daring
Happy and content
That's right, call it out
It's stuck in its middle, alright
Carve it out
Stuck in its middle outside
Carve it out
It's stuck in its middle, alright
Carve it out
Withholding my direction
Still don't know the way
Hardly even caring
Lifting up my back
That's right, call it out
It's stuck in its middle, alright
Carve it out
It's stuck in its middle outside
Carve it out
It's stuck in its middle, alright
Carve it out
