Tragic Am I moving backward? I can't tell these days ♪ Am I losing touch or do I think too much? Over-analyzing, I internalize everything these days ♪ So I put my palms together (I promise that I'll) Put in all the effort (Head in it all) In spite of all the pressure I walk until my feet bleed Furthest thing from easy Step out from the pile (I promise that I) Make this worth your while (Head in it all) Because I know that I, I'll walk until my feet bleed Furthest thing from easy ♪ Dried up Nothing in the reservoir I thirst these days Put the blinders on until the thoughts are gone And all the doubt vacates and gives my head some space It's kind of hard these days ♪ So I put my palms together (I promise that I'll) Put in all the effort (Head in it all) In spite of all the pressure I walk until my feet bleed Furthest thing from easy Step out from the pile (I promise that I) Make this worth your while (Head in it all) Because I know that I, I'll walk until my feet bleed Furthest thing from easy If you put me on a shelf I won't live long If you say its temporary I'll be gone All my fingernails picked until the ends (Reaped and sewed, dry and old) If I said I wash't anxious, it's a lie If I said the validations soothes my mind Does that make me more human in your eyes? Everybody has a date that they expire Is it shameful that this keeps me up some nights Knowing that if I don't play my cards just right Every part of this could vanish from my hands Fingernails bitten to the ends