[Verse 1]
I don’t expect you to be submissive if I’m transgressive or aggressive
I don’t intend to be dismissive, non attentive or oppressive
I dont pretend to be cohesive or impressive or permissive
I jus try to be expressive and progressive, not regressive
And I’ve accepted that my memory’s repressive and selective
I'm still working on my self and I'm still crossing off my check list
I know that you try to help and feel helpless when I’m depressive

[Chorus]
And I’m sorry, that I’m broken, and it breaks you too
And I’m sorry, I'm not more open, I hope you know I hate it too
But I’m growing, and I’m learning, and I’m sorry it's so slow
Stoked the flames, for so long, but the fire would never grow
Now it's burning

[Verse 2]
As I attain to maintain control
And I’m learning, that a fire is hard to hold
But I’m okay, and I think it's 'cause I’m cold
And that numbs me, or at least that's what I’m told
Puzzle pieces fit together till we see the bigger picture
Smaller patterns create larger patterns with their little mixtures
But as I solve the puzzle I see I'm not in the picture
So I'm staring at you standing there with someone else's figure
Well, go figure, I'm not perfect, I just create the perfect mixture
Of aggression and depression in my body like some elixir
And I don't need the scripture like my father or the liquor
I self medicate in other ways, I guess you get the picture
So I solve these little puzzles, getting more frantic by the second
And as the picture becomes clear, I always start to second guess it
It's like the puzzle's just a mirror, and I'm scared of my reflection
So I hid behind my fear and I suppress my own depression
[Chorus]
So I’m sorry, that I’m broken, and it breaks you too
And I’m sorry, I'm not more open, I hope you know I hate it too
But I’m growing, and I’m learning, and I’m sorry it's so slow
Stoked the flames, for so long, but the fire would never grow
Now it's burning