I Hope I can make this right I'm scared I'll always be ashamed of my appearance And the way I always act until it makes me sick enough to leave Being on the run is the only way for me to breath I know it's an unhealthy and selfish way to be But no one ever seen anything permanent in me And it's probably for the greater good Nothing I say ever comes out like it should I'm either way too much or not nearly enough I'm done bothering you unpacking all my stuff That never really got dealt with It just lays in this anxious sick pit I'm either way too much or not nearly enough I'm done bothering you unpacking all my stuff That never really got dealt with It just lays in this anxious sick pit