Pull back my lip while i watch my step Spitting words hurts me Facing backwards might cause you to slip To slow down Watch your step take a little trip down Who knows where to land Your broken hand scratch my back Mend me now My chance to move on who's to know But the outer side The outside might glimpse A glimpse gather my sense Sit back and mend myself Take a walk outside too bored to sleep Not enough time to get anything halfway done