I'm trying to make something of myself On my better days, I go for the hard sell But I feel like I'm working with barbed wire and moth wings 'Cause I can't really get a hold on anything I'm one deep breath away from a breakdown My nerves are wrecked and coming unwound The world is hostile, and I'm fragile, and I need Someone to kiss the cuts and tell me to keep trying Is it me? Is it really just me? Does everybody have it together or are we all pretending? Is it me? Is it really just me Holding it together with one loose string That I can't stop, I can't stop I can't stop pulling I rip myself apart at the seams I find one weak spot and start unraveling Hoping I can find a better me A fresh new start buried underneath Is it me? Is it really just me? Does everybody have it together or are we all pretending? Is it me? Is it really just me Holding it together with one loose string That I can't stop, I can't stop I can't stop pulling Can we stop pretending now? Can we stop pretending now? Can we all admit that we don't have it figured out? Can we stop pretending now? Can we stop pretending now? Can we all admit that we don't have it figured out? Is it me? Is it really just me? Does everybody have it together or are we all pretending? Is it me? Is it really just me Holding it together with one loose string That I can't stop, I can't stop I can't stop pulling I can't stop pulling I can't stop pulling