I'm Not My Skin

Will things even get better? I can't fake it I can't take it Aim your double-faced bullets at me Then you say I cry when I should laugh I don't know Are you sure? I'm not what I have been told I am Not what I told myself that I am I am love, pure, innocent I can't breathe through my nose, but I can taste with my lips I'm not my skin I'm fragile like a doll An abandoned dog Don't give it food They're terrified I will outshine them But my pillow is dead, that's why I can dream Dream Am I sure? I'm not what I have been told I am Not what I told myself that I am I am love, pure, innocent I can't breathe through my nose, but I can taste with my lips I'm not my skin So I can choose to create my place If you feel threatened by me, I'm doing things okay And I did what I do best Grab my guitar and write a song about my pain Oh Things, they got so much better I can fake it I can take it