From the scrapes and bruises
To the familiar abuses
I'll kick and scream but it never changes anything
I could spill my guts out
This is not the man I hoped to be
And I'm just trying to stop the bleeding
I don't know how to word it
I just started to deserve it
And all my, all my faces are alibis
And me, I'm half the man I wanted to be
Most times it all comes out wrong
I don't know the words but I'll hum along
There's nothing familiar here anymore
to anyone or anything left to feel alive
And I still taste that sickness
So what am I? What am I? So what am I?
And all my, all my faces are alibis