I'm in that panic again

Tell me what to do

And I will listen

Give me coke, give me alcohol

Give me something to warm up with

Cause I'm going crazy with the shakes

Give me someone to rely on

Before I bounce out of the loop

Crazy-- is a state of mind

But what do I even know

My scraggly writing and average grades

My parents wish I weren't alive

Because I'm not in their minds

And their thoughts consist of

Bad dinners, unpaid debts

And my constant need for therapy

Can I shake it? No I can't

Can they break it? I don't know

They think they are the masters

But they've never met me before

Call me emo, call me suicidal

Color me black

With the darkest crayon you have

Shoot me up with some happiness

And send me on my way

Write in your little book

Just how disturbed I am

I need a guide, I need a therapist

I need pills, I need

A quiet visit to the hospital

COLOR ME BLACK

Cause I'm the darkest you've ever seen

I refuse to give in

And give my mind the wandering eye

That could lock me up forever