They trow me in flames
and they ask me why am I killing me
They ask me «why do you care»
Then they ask me «why don't you care»

They want to see me full of feelings
But they don't want me to show my pain
They want me perfect
And they want me carefree
They want to hear mellow words
And they want me thoughtless

*And the others are just the others
and none measure them