I went to college, I got a degree, I don't do drugs, well- not that many, I've played the wife and the side piece too, I've funded others life styles- then suffered alone I spend my days checking my phone For what? I'm not sure, anyone who gave a **** about me I kicked to the curb- or they left, Had enough of my facade, my relationship with others always goes wrong Either I'm too codependent or I live on the moon I never could get it right, so I've hid in my room I used to go out ya know- I used to be fun, I could laugh and have a good time but now I just run If I take too many shots I'll start to cry so instead of ruining the party I think I'll just hide I ache for a feeling that doesn't exist but when I get close my head throws a fit I know all my flaws and every ugly feature How am I supposed to believe someone else could love this creature? I'm better on paper and returned in practice, the warranty's gone bad there's no reason to have this Just for a second I believe you think I'm gold, and though that feels so peaceful- my mind turns me to mold And you can't see that I'm making you sick I don't want to hurt you, I want to be loved But once these thoughts start rolling in- sticking around is easier said than done