I'm tired I really am
No love for me in hand

I touch my self to fill the void
Even if deep down I am destroyed

I can't fix what's left of me
And I'm down on one knee

The other can't bend is broken
Actually all of me is, broken

I'm just 22! Can you believe it?
Is pain less painful when older?

Am I bringing myself this stupid pain
Am I complaining for no reason in vain?

Does anybody hear me, I cry for help
Alone, alone, alone, I' m angry! Help

I'm having a panic attack every once is a while
And right now is one of those days, again I go wild