[Verse 1] make it someday, that's what they told me, "you'll be fine" they say, what a way to hold me, to the standards they want, why even be me, they call me these words, but i just want to be, [Chorus] take me, hold me, mold me, fold me, making me what you want making me what you need did you ever think "huh...maybe that's not what he needs?" take me, hold me, mold me, fold me, making me what you want making me what you need... [Verse 2] well take it how you want, but i'm not lying, just when i'm feelin alright, i'm reminded, perfection is false, but i am what you want, or am i just a jest, in a court of the lost? [Chorus] take me, hold me, mold me, fold me, making me what you want making me what you need did you ever think "huh...maybe that's not what he needs?" take me, hold me, mold me, fold me, making me what you want making me what you need...
