I still don't know who I am
And I lack any formal plans
I fear that I'll end my life a lonesome man.
I constantly dream about space
I'd rather be any other place
I wish I could change my face
I feel like a terrible disgrace.

And I hate to see or hear myself in the past
The few occasions I'm sure I'm happy never seem to last
My problems are insignificant and I'm not the only one who has them,
But I've got to get my guts off of my chest.

And I don't want to be mean,
But I wish you weren't pretty.
Sometimes I wish I couldn't see.
Sometimes I wish I was never me.
I despise having thoughts.
I hate the ones that I've got,
And it seems that they will not
Ever want to stop

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