Tell all
Or tell nothing
Go home
Or go back
Go back to your room

I can't be what you want
I can't cry for me
I can't be sad for nothing
And unfortunately nothing is me

Tell me one time
When I could have been perfect
I don't know what else to do
Except go back to the broken mirror
And pick up a piece or two

I love to paint
I'll paint my pain
On my arm
A picture of you
But all I can do
Is go to my room
And pick up a piece or two