Freedom To Feel

Step away

Keep your distance

I can't be what you want me to be

But right now there are things inside I don't want you to see

So take your personal spotlight

Shine it on someone else for a while

I can't force a happy face or makeshift you a smile

I can't deny what I see, what I feel or what's in front of me

So take your world of precious moments of make-believe

They never made me believe in anything

But left me with nothing to hold on to

Your quick fix and magic tricks can only disguise what I was going through

And now I'm thinkin' it was when it wasn't

And now I'm tryin' to rationalize what just doesn't

Come together and somehow doesn't make sense

But God, how can I convince them when I'm not even convinced?

Everyone is thinkin' it, but nobody's sayin' it

Everyone's sayin' it, but nobody's feeling it

Everyone's feeling it, but nobody's seein' it

So how am I supposed to know what's real?

False sense of happiness

My security wrapped up in this

These control freaks seek out who they can brainwash and make activists

They'd rather have me lie than bring my failure to the light

Keep your secrets to yourself

It's not about you but them lookin' right

No time to be ugly

Don't trouble them with your doubt and fears

Shout for joy little boys and girls

You brokenness ain't welcome here

Well excuse me while I bleed through and my life becomes see-through

Don't ask for transparency but reject what you seein' too

Everyone is thinkin' it, but nobody's sayin' it

Everyone is sayin' it, but nobody's feelin' it

Everyone is feelin' it, but nobody is seein' it

So tell me, how am I supposed to know what's real?

Everyone is thinkin' it

Everyone is feelin' it

But nobody is seeing it

And how

Am I supposed to feel?

How am I supposed to know what's real?

So please

Can somebody tell me how am I supposed to know what's real

When I was told and controlled how to feel?

You tell me now, how am I supposed to know what's real

When I was told and controlled how to feel?

Jesus, please tell me

How are they gonna know you're real

When we're told and controlled how to feel

Jesus, tell me please

How they gonna know you're real

When they're controlled and told how to feel?

You tell me

How am I supposed to know what's real

When I was told and controlled how to feel?

You tell me please, God

How are they gonna know that you're real

When they're told and controlled how to feel?

You tell me please

How am I supposed to know what's real?

How are they supposed to know what's real?

How are they supposed to know what's real?

How are you and I supposed to know?

Freedom to feel

How am I supposed to feel?

How am I supposed to know what's real?