I want things how they were before
I'm sorry about my new friends...

One way or another
you'll always know...

I thought it was just another phone call
like the hundred one's before...

You call me names, I chose to bleed
I wear a long shirt so no one can see...

Not as pretty as the rest
Most people just guess...

Her voices tell her what to do
Like where to go and who to screw...

Looking in the mirror, can u see what i see?
Not my ugliness, but the pain inside of me...