Confusion over fiction A stretch to be myself Openly handling Without a second skin Something Gone over my intentions But kept it for myself Evenly daring Happy and content That's right, call it out It's stuck in its middle, alright Carve it out Stuck in its middle outside Carve it out It's stuck in its middle, alright Carve it out Withholding my direction Still don't know the way Hardly even caring Lifting up my back That's right, call it out It's stuck in its middle, alright Carve it out It's stuck in its middle outside Carve it out It's stuck in its middle, alright Carve it out