Maybe It's Real

I know that I'm not heavy enough to pull you along
I know that I'm not heavy enough to ever pull it off
Still, I tell myself that everything will be okay
And that I just need the world to give me some relief
I know that someday someone will come and sweeten all my fears
The taste in my mouth is bitter and dark, and stubborn as my head
Still, I find a way to stop and hold back any tears
And tell myself I haven’t turned and gone bad
But maybe it’s real
And maybe I’m begging at my front door
Maybe it’s real
Maybe I’m doing this all for show
But I’m not quite sure that's enough
Every hit I sustain just makes me weaker to your touch
So if there’s a battle I can win I intend to
But maybe it’s real
Maybe I’m begging at my front door
Maybe it’s real
Maybe I’m doing this all for show
Maybe it’s real
Maybe I’m begging at my front door
Maybe it’s real
Maybe I’m doing this all for show
I’m not quite sure