Should make me admit I'm broken, I'm broken, shouldn't it?
After all that I've preached, I still cannot accept that I'm not a fit
And once lead off course the snowball, snowballing down my spine
Draws a perfectly imperfect line.

Is it just the weight? 'Cause the weight is what weighs me down again.
Or is that the scapegoat the overly clumsy friend
There to take on the blame for what's really happening.
This circle must come to an end.

And I've always liked that about me, that I know what I am fighting for.
And for this I'd go to war
Weapon in mind is my mind's skin,
Swallowed on the only body part,
That should matter—my heart.

The only way is to let go, get rid of all the fear,
Of not being perfect. My goal seems perfectly clear
Terrified if I let go, I also lose myself,
And I don't wanna be somebody else.

And I've always liked that about me, that I know what I am fighting for.
And for this I'd go to war
Weapon in mind is my mind's skin,
Swallowed on the only body part,
That should matter—my heart.

And I've always liked that about me, that I know what I am fighting for.
And for this I'd go to war
Weapon in mind is my mind's skin,
Swallowed on the only body part,
That should matter—my heart.

[2x]
What if I've always been
Good enough in my skin,
Good enough in my skin?

And I've always liked that about me that I know what I am fighting for
And for this I'd go to war
Weapon in mind is my mind's skin
Swallowed on the only body part
That should matter—my heart