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