Am I made of metal Are there magnets in my couch There's a pull on my back and I can't get out Am I made of glass Will I shatter on impact There's a crack in my gut and it's splintering fast Am I made of sand Will I slip through your fingers Will I see the difference of what I've become when none of this is real And I want so many things that I don't deserve Please help me get up Hold out you hand, and pull Please help me get up If you don't, who will I'm ashamed of myself some nights I don't sleep much, and I'm sick all the time When sorry's not enough I'll write something else and then crumple it up I want so many things that I don't deserve I need so many things that I don't deserve Please help me get up Hold out you hand, and pull Please help me get up If you don't, who will Please help me get up Hold out you hand, and pull Please help me get up If you don't, who will