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Stuck inside of the wrong frame
I don't feel attached to this name
My body, I must reclaim
With different eyes and no shame
Try, try to just hear me out
Don't ask why, why
But I'm taking this route, it's alright, right?
That's what I tell myself, but I don't know, no
So I ran 'til I couldn't
And I screamed 'til my voice was gone
I believed what I shouldn't have, I don't know why
But these memories are nothing to me, just salt
Look in the mirror and tell me
What it is like to be free
How do I grasp reality
When I don't have an identity?
Who, who can I look to?
'Cause I'm not like you, you
And I don't believe in the truth, truth
'Cause all of my life's built on lies
So I ran 'til I couldn't
And I screamed 'til my voice was gone
I believed what I shouldn't have, I don't know why
I know what you're implying
I'm trying to get my feet off the ground
I know, I know, I'm trying, I'm trying
These memories are nothing to me, just salt
Stuck inside of the wrong frame
Don't feel attached to this name
How do I grasp reality
When I don't have an identity?
Who, who can I look to?
'Cause I'm not like you, you
And I don't believe in the truth, truth
'Cause all of my life's built on lies, woo!
So I ran 'til I couldn't
And I screamed 'til my voice was gone
I believed what I shouldn't have, I don't know why
Yeah, I ran 'til I couldn't
And I screamed 'til my voice was gone
I believed what I shouldn't have
I'm trying to get my feet off the ground
But these memories are nothing to me, just salt in the wound
Writer(s): Raymond Torrey Libby, Miles Scott Atkins Kottak, Christopher Michael Bowman, Gavin Austin Bennett
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