Can they tell when I talk? ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜰɪɴᴇ. Does it give me away when I walk? ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴘɪɴᴇ. Are my hands held right? ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛꜱ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀꜰᴇꜱᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. Are they watchin' what's in my line of sight? ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. Did I laugh a little too loud? Did I stand out from the crowd? Should I keep my excitement inside? What's left of me to hide? ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ꜱᴀʏ. ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ. ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ. Cut out the problems Break what's left behind Carve ourselves smaller One limb at a time Scrub what they've noticed Stitch up all the wounds If we burn the rough edges, We wont bleed through. Did I say too much just then? Was that word the right one to use? Should I rewrite it again? Did I say somethin' they can abuse? Why can't I just let it be? Why is he still watching me? How do I know when enough is enough? When did bein' myself get so tough? ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ. ʀᴇᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴍᴇɴᴅ. Cut out the problems Break what's left behind Carve ourselves smaller One limb at a time Scrub what they've noticed Stitch up all the wounds If we burn the rough edges, We wont bleed through. No one is askin' ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ. No one's in view. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴠᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. But I keep on changin' ᴛᴏ ꜱʜɪᴇʟᴅ ᴜꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ. Before I come through ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜ.. Can they tell when I talk? Does it give me away when I walk? Am I the one askin'? Am I too tired to stop?
