F****d-Up-Ness
My brain
Doesn't listen to me
My god
I've been suffering slowly
Floating in my head
Missing why you said
Fuck me
I've been in the dark
Resting
On a dwindling spark
Hating on myself
Forgetting my own health
But I'm fucked up
I fucking knew it
And it's time to
Deal with my shit
And I'm working on my habits
And I'm loving
All my little fucked-up-ness
All my little fucked-up-ness
My friends
Finally see me clearly
Cuz I'm
Finally living queerly
Shed my extra skin
Finally let them in
And I'm kinder
To myself
And not dressed for
Someone else
Finally in my skin
Finally let them in
But I'm fucked up
I fucking knew it
And it's time to
Deal with my shit
And I'm working on my habits
And I'm loving
All my little fucked-up-ness
All my little fucked-up-ness
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
But I'm fucked up
I fucking knew it
And it's time to
Deal with my shit
And I'm working on my habits
And I'm loving
All my little fucked-up-ness
All my little fucked-up-ness
But I'm fucked up
I fucking knew it
And it's time to
Deal with my shit
And I'm working on my habits
And I'm loving
All my little fucked-up-ness
All my little fucked-up-ness
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was
Fucked up?
Doesn't listen to me
My god
I've been suffering slowly
Floating in my head
Missing why you said
Fuck me
I've been in the dark
Resting
On a dwindling spark
Hating on myself
Forgetting my own health
But I'm fucked up
I fucking knew it
And it's time to
Deal with my shit
And I'm working on my habits
And I'm loving
All my little fucked-up-ness
All my little fucked-up-ness
My friends
Finally see me clearly
Cuz I'm
Finally living queerly
Shed my extra skin
Finally let them in
And I'm kinder
To myself
And not dressed for
Someone else
Finally in my skin
Finally let them in
But I'm fucked up
I fucking knew it
And it's time to
Deal with my shit
And I'm working on my habits
And I'm loving
All my little fucked-up-ness
All my little fucked-up-ness
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
But I'm fucked up
I fucking knew it
And it's time to
Deal with my shit
And I'm working on my habits
And I'm loving
All my little fucked-up-ness
All my little fucked-up-ness
But I'm fucked up
I fucking knew it
And it's time to
Deal with my shit
And I'm working on my habits
And I'm loving
All my little fucked-up-ness
All my little fucked-up-ness
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was?
What if I told you I was
Fucked up?
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Writer(s): Tara Van Der Kolk
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