You know those days
when nothing specific is wrong...

I'm lying here on my bed
all these thoughts going thru my head...

I run to my room
anger burning in me...

My relief, my happiness
my one and only hope...

Hide the pain that i feel
bury it deep inside...

I let myself stumble
i watched myself fall...

I'm tired of living this woven lie
tired of wanting to lay down and die...

We all fell
and we're all still down...

Don't you hate it when
you really need to say something...

Forever unlucky
cuz i own tomorrow...

Someone tell me what i'm worth
help me figure it out...

I have this little game you see
about knives & drugs & blood &me...