I have no time
To search underneath the bed
For monsters that I left behind
I have to move on
And let the monsters run free
Let them terrorize the fact that
There's something wrong with me,

Oh, my personality,
It is no normality,
And these god forsaken monsters
Are driving me to insanity

Love is a game
I've been defeated,

Love is game,
And you cheated

Why do we crave attention?
Why do we feel the need,
To be looked at, to be seen?

Why do we care what the others think?
Why does it matter?
What is the point?

What if we stopped caring?
No need for attention
No need to impress
No reason to change
Who we are, how we dress

There really is no point,
We're just too self concious
Stop caring, be you
Its all you can do,
That's how it's meant to be

everyone's got their **** together,
but me
everyone's out there succeeding,
and being

i'm just the girl at the bottom of the hole
trapped at the bottom
just gasping and grasping
for air or a ladder
maybe a hand?

someone to pull me up
so I can stand
and I know who I'd ask,
but he isn't here
I'm supposed to be older
I'm supposed to be wiser

"This is independence
pick yourself up!"
But how do you stand
when you're sinking so fast
you can't even grasp
the idea that you're
already sinking
just sinking,
lower
      and lower,
into the hole
and you're spiraling now
because you thought that you had it

you thought you could pick yourself up
off the ground
you thought you could just climb right out
of that hole you fell down,
the one that he put you in
because how could he do this to you?
but HE'S just being INDEPENDENT
so WHY can't YOU do it?

It's not HIS hole you fell down..
and that's when you realize
you're stuck in this place

but you dug it yourself

The people in this class are young
younger than I am,
and far more annoying

I have not learned a single thing,
I see no point to be here,
but i need this class you see,

for I need the credits
to walk towards my future.
my ability to graduate hangs in the balance

I hate that I must sit here
no way out,
listening to him mumble out words
in his thick accent
and his mouth getting in the way
of whatever the hell he is trying to say

I hate this class
so.
****.
much.

I swear to GOD