Everybody has a private world where they can be alone

Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through?

Are you reaching out for me, like I'm reaching out for you?

I'm just so fuckin' depressed, I just can't seem to get out this slump

If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump,

I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down and I got right back up

But I need that spark to get psyched back up

In order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how or why or when I ended up

in this position I'm in I'm starting to feel decent again

So I decided just to pick this pen Up and try to make an attempt to vent

But I just can't admit Or come to grips with the fact that I may

be done with rap I need a new outlet, and I know some shit's

so hard to swallow But I just can't sit back and wallow

In my own sorrow But I know one fact I'll be one tough act

to follow One tough act to follow

I'll be one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow

But you'd have to walk a thousand miles

In my shoes, just to see What it's like, to be me

I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to

Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's minds

Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes

But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh

They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you

So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful Oh, they can all get fucked.

Just stay true to you, yeah, so...

I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor Everything is so tense and gloom

I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room

Just as soon as I walk in It's like all eyes on me

So I try to avoid any eye contact 'cause if I do that then it opens a door for

conversation Like I want that... I'm not looking for extra

attention I just want to be just like you

Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom

I don't need no fucking man servant Trying to follow me around and wipe my ass

Laugh at every single joke I crack And half of them ain't even funny like

"Ha!, Marshall you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn"

Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown

So why don't you all sit down? Listen to the tale I'm about to tell

Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes And you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles

But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful Oh they can all get fucked.

Just stay true to you so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful

Oh they can all get fucked.