I am a lock without a key,
the salt and tears lost from my sea.
As I scrape my arms and pull my hair,
please free me from this twisted lair.

For a girl who has all but none,
is it too greedy to ask
for just one person who sees the truth
behind her painted mask?

For a girl who used to fight for space,
since when was "alone" her normal case?
For a girl who used to yap all day,
since when did she have nothing to say?

For a girl who did zit but act —
doesn't she deserve a reward?
"For the best acting skills of the decade,
we present to you... the Oscar Award!!!"

God, you're such a cruel witch,
throwing me in this pile of ditch.
Why do I have to be the one
to get your ***** work all done!?

God, I am SO fed up of this.
Fed up of playing the morning sun,
with a beam on my face, as I lighten your days —
"***, this is so fun!!!"

Just gimme a BREAK,
GODAMMIT!

I am SO done.
I am SO done.
I am SO done.