Maybe

Things are the way they are because you made them that way I feel bad but I'll tell you I'm ok Maybe I'm closed off to love because it doesn't look like what I think it does Maybe I'm closed off to what I have because it isn't what it was When I'm feeling low I'll try to see myself the way I did in the red light The way I felt about myself that night Rip me open, we'll find out what's inside It might not help but at least we can say that we tried