We close our eyes,
What do we see?
Our worst nightmares,
Our worst dreams.

No ones happy,
We can't be.
With society's rules
we can't see.

We hold each other
For comfort.
In the worst times,
We all hurt.

But society yanks us down
Into the depths,
The depths of hell
And Hell's a mess.

Just like our heads,
Unorganized as ****,
Because everyday
We have to mark each box.

'Fill the boxes!'
That's what they say,
'Cause when you're done, you'll feel okay!'
But that's not true, don't they know?

Know that we don't feel okay
Because with each box,
Adds more hate.
Hate to ourselves, hate to compete.

We can't be okay,
With our roles.
The roles we were given
By society's eyes rolls.

So we hide our face
In our jacket.
Hide our scars
Under our sleeves.

So they won't know
What's really wrong,
What's actually wrong,
Wrong with me.