Violence
Stuck inside my head
It's too real
It's too real
Well nothing ever is
Walk out

Every once in a while
She asked me
Are you in front of your life
Have you been through spite

You say something else
In the corner on the shelf
There's nothing to call myself
There's nothing

Denial
Everything's okay
It's too real
It's too real
Nothing ever is
Maybe it is

I just want to know
If it can ever be healed
To know how to feel

You say something else
In the corner on the shelf
There's nothing to call myself
There's nothing