you know that thing about your insecurities creeping up on you?

it's true.

no thanks to the people who're supposed to be one of the closest to me.
and stand by me.
and not put me down for the wrong reasons.

Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they're empty.
Press my face to the ground
I've gotta find a reason.
Just scratching around
For something to believe in;
Something to believe in.