I am sick of this
So sick of this
Changing everything
To fit the phantom
Something inside me
Makes everything eclectic

I'm done with this
I am said and done
Plastic bin-liner
Around the heart
To dispose of it
When I have to

You look like a picture
Of a concentration camp
When you see me:
So much pain
And anxiety
What did I ever say?

Change to fit
The phantom within
It's fine,
Just a way of life
That you can't miss
From this distance

She looks at me
The same way as you
With that fractured stare
And those helpless eyes
And I'm so sorry
That I'm here
And I am eclectic
And I cause you so much pain