Why should I ever have to explain myself or my body or anything? I know what I am I know how it is I just I just can't take the look on your face After I've said it, you said everything Without even speaking, you said everything I know what I am I know how it is I just thought it would be different at the end It's not the end It's not the end But I can't help it, it feels like it is You said everything You said everything I guess I'm not upset, just disappointed that I expected anything Less from you 'Cause now I know that means That I don't even see myself all that accurately And my broken sense of self is further fragmenting I think I know the answer, but I don't know the steps And I don't know the order I just know that I don't want to stay I don't want to stay I don't know if I can keep up I don't know if I can keep up with this Just hold my hand the whole way through this