Hold your breath as you cross this bridge. You feel a shiver when it storms like this

Try not to focus on what's underneath. You feel the wood crack beneath your feet

It's getting better, but it seems so wrong. It's not me... no, it's not me

Inside this circus there's a thousand eyes, and they're staring down on me. Days they come like this, and pass like a slide show or a cabaret

Try to scream through your broken lungs and tell your story with a twisted tongue

But you don't wanna see the world like I do. Obsessed, possessed and out of tune

'Cause I don't really think it's worth it, you'll see. Covered up... in sawdust... it makes it harder to breathe

I'll cut 'em all up for you, I'll be damned if it's all pretty and good out there

And I swear that I'm a sucker for the ugly things you're keeping in your closet, girl

It's getting better, but it seems so wrong. It's not me... no it's not me

And every time I open up this box, it keeps staring down on me