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