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[Verse 1]
I'm rough around the edges
Mistake me for pretentious
I get stuck in my head
It's not personal, it's just personal
I've been strong for too long
Sometimes I forget why I'm trying
I'm trying
I'm trying

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm just a statistic
Just another tragic misfit
Ship that cliche to the clinic
Document my disposition
Then they put me in a box
Slap a label on the top
Tape me up and ship me off
Now I'm someone else's problem

[Chorus]
They call me damaged
I let them think what they like
They call me difficult
'Cause I don't fit in thе lines
But I didn't get this far without any scars
I'm not brittle
Wеll, maybe just a little
A little