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Tearing skin, it's digging in Filled with doubt from the inside out Is it modesty or dishonesty? To always question myself In my mind, I'm doing time Restitution for my crimes Crippled by doubt, shamed by what we lack Like adding more weight to our broken backs I pull free and find Room to breathe, but I'm Still serving A life sentence Tearing skin, it's digging in Filled with doubt from the inside out Is it modesty or dishonesty? To always question myself In my mind, I'm doing time Restitution for my crimes Internment is time well spent In solitary confinement I want so much, to have the answers, but I don't What I know is all I know They'd like so much to meet, the expectations, but I won't What I have is all I have They'd like me to be, what they'd like to be, but I can't What I am is what I am Aus Songtexte Mania