It seems things are indictive to
A distinct desire to
Observe such
Feel such
Behave such that makes this hard for me

I'm not real and I deny
I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve, so I won't grow
I won't heal 'til I let it go

I'm not real and I deny
I won't heal unless I cry

It seems things are indicative to
A distinct desire to
Observe such
Feel such
Behave such that makes this hard for me

I'm not real and I deny
I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve, so I won't grow
I won't heal 'til I let it go
(x2)

Cry, cry, cry 'til you know why
I lost myself, identify
(x2)

I'm not real and I deny
I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve, so I won't grow
I won't heal 'til I let it go