Pure
Tired of the trying
Though it seems I am well
I've been a liar
Now it's hard to be myself
Change all of my surroundings just so it feels like I'm in control
Come make me young again
I won't pretend I've got it all together
Can't help but wonder when
I got the sense that faking would be better
Too much to lose
Come take it all away
Truth is I'm scared to see inside of me
Come break my heart and shape it
Make me into something pure
You take it easy
And to trust is your gold
Health is a mystery
Until a sickness gets bold
Change all of my surroundings just so it feels like I'm in control
Come make me young again
I won't pretend I've got it all together
Can't help but wonder when
I got the sense that faking would be better
Too much to lose
Come take it all away
Truth is I'm scared to see inside of me
Come break my heart and shape it
Make me into something pure
When I was younger my hands would shake
And my cheeks turned red when I lied
You saw right through it and pulled me close in your arms
Said there's nothing to hide
When I was younger my hands would shake
And my cheeks turned red when I lied
You saw right through it and pulled me close in your arms
Said there's nothing to hide
Make me into something pure
Though it seems I am well
I've been a liar
Now it's hard to be myself
Change all of my surroundings just so it feels like I'm in control
Come make me young again
I won't pretend I've got it all together
Can't help but wonder when
I got the sense that faking would be better
Too much to lose
Come take it all away
Truth is I'm scared to see inside of me
Come break my heart and shape it
Make me into something pure
You take it easy
And to trust is your gold
Health is a mystery
Until a sickness gets bold
Change all of my surroundings just so it feels like I'm in control
Come make me young again
I won't pretend I've got it all together
Can't help but wonder when
I got the sense that faking would be better
Too much to lose
Come take it all away
Truth is I'm scared to see inside of me
Come break my heart and shape it
Make me into something pure
When I was younger my hands would shake
And my cheeks turned red when I lied
You saw right through it and pulled me close in your arms
Said there's nothing to hide
When I was younger my hands would shake
And my cheeks turned red when I lied
You saw right through it and pulled me close in your arms
Said there's nothing to hide
Make me into something pure
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Writer(s): Clay Walker, Shane Minor, Clay Mills
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