The media is every teenage girl's downfall
We pick up some ****** magazine on our way out and find some celebrity's tell-all
And we realize that our lives will never be as interesting
Our bodies will never be as beautiful
Our love will never be as sought after
We devour the pages of silly gossip and photoshopped lies
And yet, I think we all feel a little disappointed inside.

I sit there, my headphones in, volume up
And you dare tell me to turn it down
What you don't understand is that I need this
I need the volume so high that the screaming tangle of my brain is quieted down to a soft hum
So I'm not surrounded by an everlasting chorus of, "You're worthless."
So I'm not completely encompassed by these depressing thoughts
So I'm not breaking down when the cloud gets too heavy
So raindrops do not race down a pale-peach canvas

Reveling in my lips parting to mouth the lyrics written,
Written for somebody else yet they ring with my very soul
Written for everybody else yet they hear nothing
Except the turn of another page, another day, monotonous
An assembly line of nothingness
It's been broken for a while
It's been loaded down with disappointment for a while
You've failed again.
You've failed.
Again.

How dare you tell me to turn the volume down?

I had been hurt before, you see
That's why no one had ever trusted me
I stitched up my heart with a needle and thread
And I was almost done before you got inside my head

You blinded me, putting me under with your drugs
Pulling out my heart's hasty repairs tug by tug
Those few threads that barely held me there
You wielded a knife, cut them without a care

You can take your sticks and stones
You broke me, you won, now it's time to go

It’s always a competition with you lately
Settle down, we all already know you’re better than me


People talk about love like it’s a wonderful thing
But to me, it seems like illness and heartache is all it will bring

Burning through you with a passion and desire
Burning with all kinds of invisible fire
At first it seems that it will soon be gone
Don’t worry, my darling, it will last long
Just for forever, a smidgen of time
It will turn into something sweet
*As a lime

As life went on and misfortune was prevalent
Our minds became twisted, coiled and bent
We became those monsters we laughed at soon
And we are here, and we are hungry, too
Our sharp teeth, tearing flesh, swallowing blood
Chowing down on others' misery, as monsters should
Curiosity leads us for most of our lives
But sometimes us monsters have to say goodbye.