There's a handsome man behind this mean-mug somewhere I know it, but I just can't show it 
There's mellow eyes behind my ferocious stare somewhere I just can't let you see it 
There's a gentle touch behind my aggressive grip somewhere I just can't feel it 
How about my smile that lives inside of my frown,
Only if it was implanted where my heart is I'll know how to start it 
My sunken head that is placed on my sturdy neck,
Only if I knew how to flex 
I can keep my chin from being pinned in my chest 
Careless and fearless; when really I'm so considerate and startled by what holds of tomorrow 
It's just hard to know that side of me 
Hard to pry out what's inside of me 
All the knives in my back 
You would think people was trying to get to my core 
But it was done only to score 
The real me is detained 
I strain to show the sol that's inside of me because I'm drenched by rain 
My soul isn't overwhelmed by pain 
I don't let pollution penetrate 
...I filter 
And obviously I don't let my feelings 
Pour or strain 
The lemons of my life aren't peeled so my concentrate is unreal
I concentrate on adding water so I can purify my life 
Detained inside myself