i dig deep to find these holes in my skin i ve been covering up a fake facade that s paper thin i fixate the eyes of everyone around me to the demons i ve been holding in i fucked up now i m stuck in a headspace buried under two tonnes of insecurities now everyone can see patience and confidence is something that i lack with every step i take as crooked as my back i regret the things that i say i can t help that i m that way just know i m trying my best so won t you cut me some slack i feel the pressure as it slowly makes its way through the cracks in my skin i m used to this but six feet down i m over it i ve dug this hole again for myself again in my own head i fucked up up now i m stuck in a headspace buried under two tonnes of insecurities now everyone can see patience and confidence is something that i lack with every step i take as crooked as my back i regret the things that i say i can t help that i m that way just know i m trying my best so won t you cut me some slack  i am so sick of waiting for you to call me up and help me get out of my head i m sick of all of this because these days i still pretend that i don t sleep alone in my bed but i m still buried under six feet down i wonder if i ll ever be the same again because patience and confidence is something that i lack with every step i take as crooked as my back i regret the things that i say i can t help that i m that way just know i m trying my best so won t you cut me some slack 