Tear my hair out; just don't know what's happening anymore.
Turn the music up on my ipod so that I can't hear the voices.
Look for my scissors and can't find them so I scream.
Just want to feel something, just want to feel pain.
Want to tell the truth; want to hear no lies,
but the words coming out of my mouth
are anything but the real reality.
And watch the words on the
page come together in a
perfect point and wish
that everything was
as perfect as the
point on the