In This Skin

You were just what I expected,
so why do I feel like I can't breathe?
And everything fell to pieces
all of it, right in front of me.
I had a picture in my head,
made up of all vibrant colors,
but while I was painting for you,
you were off painting for others.

So what did I learn from this?
And does love even exist?
For a girl with this kind of past
a lead foot, habits of moving fast.

Can I relearn how to be alive?
could I get time back on my side?
all these things, I ask, "please"
and I only want what I need.
A roof over this head,
maybe a body in my bed.
To feel again, to be again,
Well, I'd do almost anything,
to be happy in this skin.

I am just what I projected,
all those things I wanted to be.
I'm a bad girl, I'm a wanted one,
but I'm alone when the day is done.
It's hard to make good decisions
when I'm so damn scared of living.
It's not about the giving in,
it's the getting up, and out again.

So what did I learn from this?
second chances aren't to be dismissed.
For a girl with this kind of past,
a runner, habits of moving fast.

Can I relearn how to be alive?
could I get time back on my side?
all these things, I ask, "please"
and I only want what I need.
A roof over this head,
maybe a body in my bed.
To feel again, to be again,
Well, I'd do almost anything,
to be happy in this skin.

I am more than a sign on the door,
than an address on the sidewalk.
You can color me, cut me out,
draw me on the street with chalk.
and I think it's almost funny,
the thing I'm most afraid of is to talk.

So what did I learn from this?
everything comes back to the surface.
For a girl with this kind of past,
it's all I can do to never look back.

Can I relearn how to be alive?
could I get time back on my side?
all these things, I ask, "please"
and I only want what I need.
A roof over this head,
maybe a body in my bed.
To feel again, to be again,
Well, I'd do almost anything,
to be happy in this skin.