Got a lot of stuff to say

I'm not scared to get revealing

I don't pay for therapy

I get paid to speak my feelings

Reach my hand inside down my throat

Pull my heart up in the hopes

Somebody see through the smoke

Recognize they're not alone

I don't promise answers

I can probably promise problems though

I got lots of thoughts

About impossibles and obstacles

Alternate my strategy

Based on the given day, yep

Some days I'm a breakthrough

Some days I'm about to break

Everything I say feels a little bit fake

When I feel my instability making my nerves shake

Maybe this was a mistake, making them think I'm ok

Now they're looking at me like, "Tell me who I'm Supposed To Be"

But what's the other option? Keep my progress to myself

And pretend I'm in the same place as when I wrote Get Well?

No, I clawed tooth and nail to get out of that hell

And I'm not talking contracts in case you can't tell

But if you want to talk about the label I can do that too

Oh never mind, I think I signed an NDA but I'm not sure

Everyone's got their idea of how to make it through

DIY till we die, Icon Army on the loose