You're the prick that makes me feel like an idiot,
Still my imperfections amuse you...

I don't know why I am who I am,
I don't know why I do the things I do...

Here I sit,
Carving "I am nothing" into my thigh...

Sweet 16...
And never been whole...

So damaged inside,
Something I just have to hide...

I look down at you,
My Saviour...

Everyday the fatigue grows,
Each hour is just another 60 minutes of agony...

Hurt my closest,
Want so bad to be better...

My mind...
Something i just cannot escape...

Without a sound...
I lock myself in my room...

Shattered is my soul
Rapped does my heart feel...

Nothing in my heart to express,
Feelings so few...