My fingertips  are like matches
Everything I  touch
Catches on fire
If you need a arsonist  
I'm available for hire

My mouth is like a gun
Every word I speak
Is like a   stray bullet
Hitting a innocent bystander

I feel like running off
Changing my name
Moving to a different state
I feel trapped I have to escape

I feel like I'm the problem
Maybe if I leave
I won't be the scapegoat
For every little problem

I'm beyond tired of feeling this way
I feel so misunderstood
I feel so alone
I don't want to be the
Problem Child no more