I look in the mirror, the picture's getting clearer
I wanna be myself but does the world really need her?
I ache for the earth, I stop goinâ to church
I see God in the trees, makes me fall on my knees
My depression keeps buildinâ like a cup overfillinâ
My heart's so rigid I keep it in the fridge
And it hurts so bad that I can't dry my eyes
âCause they keep on refillinâ with the tears that I cry