Their they are, standing so far judging my scars. Someone tell them to stop.
I'm tryin' so hard to just get up from bed. They don't know what I go through every single hour.
They say I'm a sloth, dull without hope, wasting away my day. Someone tell them to stop.
It takes time for my body to recover, there's this constant pain prickling my skin gutting me from within.
I just need a sec, lemme fake a smile.
My body isn't a machine, I can't make it to function. My body isn't a puppet, I can't tell it to act.
They say it's all in my head. If it's all in my head then I'm stuck inside. It's cramped up here, making it hard to breathe, I feel trapped.
They say go out, move. You're always in the same place, just try. Someone tell them that if I try, I'll crumble and fall apart.