Hurts to Laugh

Can’t you see, can’t you see?
I’m not that interesting
I wanna be, I wanna be
A cog in the machine
I’m taking the aching along with the mirth
Relatable pain — feeling the loss of being so heard
I’m free, gonna prop up my feet
I’m free, so I roll up my sleeves
And do something, prove nothing
I’m falling free, falling free
From fear and anxiety
I wanna breathe, I wanna breathe
And be here now
Partaking in faith has brought me to the floor
Mistaken for shakin' an 8 ball till it scores
I’m free, gonna prop up my feet
I’m free, so I roll up my sleeves
And do something, prove nothing
I’m free, gonna prop up my feet
I’m free, so I roll up my sleeves
And do something, prove nothing
I’m free, gonna prop up my feet
Free, so I roll up my sleeves
And do something, prove nothing
I’m free, gonna prop up my feet
I’m free, so I roll up my sleeves
And do something, prove nothing