I’ve spent most of my life afraid of dying everyday Gaining weight, losing faith, as my hair fades to gray I stay back in the past, it’s easier to grieve We agree to disagree so hopefully she won’t leave I keep to myself, my mental health seems secluded Wanting to be alone isn’t really all inclusive But I stay at home when it’s hard to stay intact When I wake up everyday afraid of a heart attack I feel it in my back, I carry pain in my chest I learned you don’t die alone, you’re just the only one left I’m scared of death yet I’m terrified of retreating Cus’ when I’m left without options, you're the only one leaving I’ve spent more of my time on people who don’t exist I shoot myself down instead of seeing if I’ll miss Put my heart on stage, pour my soul on this mic These sets set me apart from who I am in real life But this shits the hardest thing to admit The difference between being single and a solo artist is the loneliness I’ve spent most of my life beneath six feet deep But I find peace of mind, piece by piece These are pieces, pieces, pieces in me These are pieces, pieces, pieces in see These are pieces, pieces, pieces I keep Putting myself back together piece by piece These are pieces, pieces, pieces in see These are pieces, pieces, pieces in me These are pieces, pieces, pieces I keep Putting myself back together piece by piece

We all have parts Tearing us apart This my part to you It's a part of me Yo I have a part of me that’s overly critical It’s pitiful, feeling depressed, and miserable The residual effects reflect a crutch Plus, being enough expects too much Cus it’s tough, where do I go from here? I can’t take my life, despite my fears From the last year and a half, having panic attacks Wanting to drop dead instead of getting out of bed Dreading Mondays, including the sabbath It’s tragic, I’m stagnant pursuing my passions Parts of me hold on and linger Thinking I’m fat, wishing I’m thinner Bridging gaps, thighs, and lies disguised as being bitter But the bigger I get, there’s less regret That I overslept, wasting my breath, working til death, living paycheck to paycheck Everything’s a mess, it's inexcusable What suits everyone else isn’t suitable It’s unusual, I’d prefer to say "I’m pretty ugly" before you’re beautiful Since that’s a part that lacks confidence and hates compliments Low self-esteems hard to deal with When there’s differences between The woman of my dreams and falling in and out of the same routine That's what these parts do, they barely manage And probably why my body’s in a state of panic Chest pain, love lost, weight gain, no cost Left lane, run off in unison Constantly confused, states of confusion Fuck waiting for the end, I made my conclusion There's parts that keep the status quo But there's also parts of me I wanna get to know cus We all have parts, we all have parts We all have parts tearing us apart [x4] I have a part of me that’s fully enraged My performance at work ain’t the same when on stage I try to contain myself, trapped in a cage I’ve made mistakes, repetition keeps repeating Underlying behaviors favoring overeating I just wanna go to bed and start sleeping But I’m waking up afraid of a heart attack I’m a direct support, I don’t make a direct impact I’m fat, lazy, obsessed with being thin A part of me knows it’s been a minute since the gym I don’t wanna lift weights...I’d rather wait it out Why make improvements when I can get takeout? See there’s this part of me that knows what to get done But I’ve been this way since I was 21 Blaming ex-girlfriends and women I’ve dated Making excuses is another way of “trying to make it” These parts…are a part of who I am Some are understood, some have their demands These parts...are a part of who I am Some are understood, some I’ll never understand We all have parts, we all have parts We all have parts tearing us apart [x6]

These devils cross me in my eyes but I don’t dot my T’s I’ve cried enough tears that I can part the seven seas Feel in a breeze in the air, it’s an optical illusion Blinded by the light despite that’s its translucent People claim to be saved ’til they lose a sense of pride Hanging on by a thread, the same way my grandma died I tried and prayed it’s malignant (wait a minute) If god loves ugly, we’re likely made in his image We start wars and rape women, amen and rejoice Then hide behind freewill, still say it’s a choice There’s a voice of an angel, a sheep in wolves clothing Why’s god in the sky? We’re in the ground decomposing Most of my life, I’ve learned to question my existence So what’s the difference when it’s organized religion? We’re made in god’s image until we disobey Everything’s okay. Long as you pay…and pray Speak of The Devil…god’s name in vein Speak of The Devil…father we proclaim Speak of The Devil…lord! Spirit! Son! Speak of The Devil…thy will be done [x2] These devils cross my heart on the path I search I can’t see what isn’t there and take you at your word For what it’s worth, we’re dying since our birth Casting such a thin shadow on the edge of the earth A moment suspended in time, alter egos, altar minds We’re blind to the fact that water can’t turn into wine Keep thoughts and beliefs, don’t speak until spoken Either die closed minded or see your casket opened I’m open to the idea that higher powers exist But I follow my dreams instead of being religious So what’s the difference if only god can judge me? I look up to myself ain’t no one higher above me These devils are inconspicuous delinquents and bigots Bullies on pulpits, self-serving interests hidden as Christians You can’t hear his message when forced to listen Don’t ask enough questions just ask for forgiveness (so we…) Speak of The Devil…god’s name in vein Speak of The Devil…father we proclaim Speak of The Devil…lord! Spirit! Son! Speak of The Devil…thy will be done [x2]

Picture this, World Series, game 6 The night’s cold, the air’s crisp and brisk Lips need chap stick, In a bar... Mr. Maguire admires stitched attire minutes before the first pitch Swigs his last bits, grabs that ticket Making his way to Fenway…he says “wait a minute” In an instant…suddenly switched tunes And zoomed in on a girl who lit up the room Her perfume was elegant, this was no exaggeration Patiently waiting to start making conversation No hesitation…Sean decides to give it a whirl Locking eyes, he said, “sorry guys, ”I gotta see about a girl” That’s something in my life…I’ve yet to apply Because instead of saying hi…I’d rather be the guy That hides in the end and pretends he didn’t exist Looking back on life despite only a glimpse Of what i captured…I’ve become a master of puppets Writing songs about exes like vigilante justice So when it’s game 6, and you ask to stay Why am I making moves when I chose to walk away? Tag me out…we’re playing for contention This isn’t love…we’re swinging for the fences Call me out…we’re playing imperfections This isn’t love…we’re swinging for the fences Tag me out (call me out) here’s the pitch Call me out (tag me out) swing and a miss Tag me out (call me out) Carlton Fisk hits A long fly ball and that’s all for of Game 6

People wanna judge without being off putting That's what you don’t see when you get caught looking I mean... Tell me is it really worth seeing The fabric of my cloth ain't the fabric of my being See me rocking skinny jeans and a man purse Moving fingers so much when I rap my hand hurts Staring at the floor, living day to day I ain't come to stare at you so look the other way Sometimes I look back at life Sometimes I'm out of mind, most times I'm out of sight But that's just something i keep seeing What do you believe? Looks can be deceiving Sometimes, I look back at life Sometimes I'm out of mind, most times I'm out of sight But that's just something i chose to do When looking back there's nothing you look forward to It’s the look It’s the look inside my emotions My eyes are closed but my soul is open [x2] People wanna judge without being off putting That’s what you don’t see when views are obscuring I mean my outlook is what I envisioned I’d rather be sought out than show ya’ll glimpses Instead of making moves, I make adjustments It’s easy criticizing overlooking judgment But that’s why I focus, never compromise Sit back and watch, viewer discretion advised Sometimes I look ahead in life Sometimes I’m out of mind, less times I’m out of sight But that’s just something I kept seeing Look beyond the surface, find a deeper meaning Sometimes I look ahead in life Sometimes I’m out of mind, less times I’m out of sight But that's just something I choose to do When you look ahead, there’s more life to pursue It’s the look inside my emotions My eyes are closed but my soul is open [x4] It's the look... (B I T C H)