You're a mess, tangled with your confidence.
You think you haven't sinned.
Well, you're unstoppable,
Your walls are impassible.
And at the end of the day you think to yourself,
"My body is a product being sold on a shelf."
Tell me I can change,
Tell me I can change.
You just wanna stab again.
Well, I think you're better off looking alone,
'Cause the boys that chase your hips can just go find their way home.
You can dig so deep for scars,
You never knew your mind was dark.
Come on and breathe with me, oh!
Breathe with me, oh!