Cut Me Some Slack

I dig deep to find these holes in my skin

I've been covering up

A fake facade that's paper-thin

I fixate the eyes of everyone around me

To the demons I've been holding in

(I've been holding in)

I fucked up

Now I'm stuck

In a headspace buried under

Two tonnes of insecurities

Now everyone can see

Patience and confidence is something that I lack

With every step I take as crooked as my back

I regret the things that I say

I can't help that I'm that way

Just know I'm trying my best

So won't you cut me some slack?

I feel the pressure (feel the pressure)

As it slowly makes its way (slowly makes it way)

Through the cracks in my skin

I'm used to this

But six feet down I'm over it

I've dug this hole again for myself again in my own head

I fucked up up

Now I'm stuck

In a headspace buried under

Two tonnes of insecurities

Now everyone can see

Patience and confidence is something that I lack

With every step I take as crooked as my back

I regret the things that I say

I can't help that I'm that way

Just know I'm trying my best

So won't you cut me some slack?

I am so sick of waiting

For you to call me up and

Help me get out of my head

I'm sick of all of this because

These days I still pretend that

I don't sleep alone in my bed

But I'm still, buried under

Six feet down I wonder

If I'll ever be the same again, because

Patience and confidence is something that I lack

With every step I take as crooked as my back

I regret the things that I say

I can't help that I'm that way

Just know I'm trying my best

So won't you cut me some slack?