Sometimes I wish I could pretend
maybe switch places with someone else...

Why am I the way I am
why does it seem like I don't give a damn...

I hate the way you look at me.
I hate the way I act...

The faint whisper is getting quieter
The screams are becoming louder...

You consistently tell me that you're here,
yet I'm always alone after every tear...

You're suppose to love me
isn't that your job...

Where did you go,
I guess I'll never know...

At peace with myself is where i am
when im in your arms all i can do is be...