It's hard to explain, the thought, the bad things.
They don't cross my mind, they flop down and make themselves at home.
It's not the simple fact of the matter.
Mom thinks I'm moody.
Dad thinks it's "teen angst". Whatever the **** that is.
My sister can't stand it...

HOW ABOUT YOU OPEN YOUR ******* EYES FOR ONCE?

HOW ABOUT YOU CRAWL INTO MY SKIN?

HOW ABOUT YOU THINK ABOUT ME FOR ONCE?

I'M FALLING APART IN FRONT OF YOU...

AND YOU DONT CARE...

DO YOU?