F'ed Up

Put your hands high if you know you're fucked up Put your hands high if you know Missing your reply made a grown man cry For the last time, for the last time I ain't letting shit slide, if I see you on sight, yeah This ain't gonna be like the last time Put your hands high put your hands high Yeah, if this is how it feels every damn time Why the baseline sitting here on standby It's a damn crime I'm so damn tired Yo, you got me screaming at a wall I think I'm losing it Every night, curing out your demons with a crucifix The cruelest shit I'm thinking maybe I should just get used to this You chew me up and spit me out I lose with every truth you pick F*ck That's unhealthy You unhelpful as hell, you need help, G As well as some perspective and some wake up calls I hope it doesn't take too long But knowing you, inculpable You wonder what the hate is for But truthfully some things I had to figure out myself I couldn't look in the mirror if I needed help My validation was external In that search for live eternal That them fairy tales had promised me Problem was hearing honesty But here goes Mirror, mirror on the wall Can you tell me whose cries for help were loudest of all But then you showed me how I changed and rearranged, evolved Now instead of asking why, on the real Man, I ain't missing your reply Missing your reply made a grown man cry For the last time, for the last time I ain't letting shit slide, if I see you it's on sight, yeah This ain't gonna be like the last time Put your hands high put your hands high Yeah, if this is how it feels every damn time Why the baseline sitting here on standby It's a damn crime I'm so damn tired Yeah, yeah