Out Of The Black

High standards
And low expectations
Trying to convince someone
Of who I am

Finding some peace
Clenching my toes
Trying to convince myself
Of who I'll be

I'm a real fake person, yeah
I can't seem to do it
On my own

Looking for love
Inside someone
Who's never knew the truth
Of what I feel

Screaming and mic'ed up
But I'm quiet
It's not quite the life
I thought I'd have

I'm a real fake person, yeah
I can't seem to do it
On my own

I'm a real fake person, yeah
And I can't seem to do it
On my own

Hands in a corner
Legs on wheels
I'm the son of a miracle worker
But I'm on pills

Arms in a strap
Feet in the air
I'm in jail for a crime I committed long ago
When I cut off my hair

I'm a real fake person, yeah
And I can't seem to do it
On my own

I'm a real fake person, yeah
And I can't seem to do it
On my own



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