There's something wrong with me.
Why can't I make this right?
Am I going to get some sleep,
Or think of you all night?

What are the chances of you and I?
I don't want to think about it.
Maybe if you just went away,
I wouldn't have this fit.

Crap, you're in my head,
And you're not coming out.
Its no good to cry,
And its not good to pout.

Why do you do this?
I'm going insane!
Your eyes...