you're only happy when your head is filled with dope
i keep jumping at the slightest of sounds
you can't see the person inside of me
keep putting the mask on
you're only happy when my clothes are on your floor
should the pain scare me
im familiar with what's inside of my head
you beg me to tell you
but you're not happy
unless your sorry head is filled with dope
i should be scaring you