I guess I'm another broken teenager
says he have problems
hand me the acid
because I'd love to dissolve them
and I deal with them daily
but its been **** lately
and school just makes me hate me
because I can't stop thinking
my mind brings me to that deep hole
trying to find happiness like I'm finding nemo
just sick of all these people
that I can't talk to
they don't understand
so I say I don't want to
because I feel like I'm crazy
thinking my thoughts are all wrong
paranoia paranoia repeating like a song
and many more of course
just want to erase it
but it's written in pen
so it's the pencil I'm chasing
maybe I can go back
but life doesn't work like you want it
no refunds, you're sorry you bought it
regretting those actions
actions louder than words
one stone three birds
if only I could do that with disorders
maybe then I'd be fine
hand me a remote
I want to rewind