Skin - Rotting Out

I’m shedding an old skin it’s been itching for a long time

A part I can’t hide because it holds all my lies

It falls to the ground I drag it behind

A reminder to change what I’ve done wrong

It’s the lead weight that keeps you held under

The thought of making one choice or another

Ripping you apart it makes you choose

Say the wrong answer and you know you’ll lose

Breaking out, keeping it alive

It’s these answers to life that I hold inside

These demons that follow and change the way you think

These lead weights are forcing me to sink