my mother can't look me in the eye
ever since i, ever since i
said i wanted to die
it's not my fault
i feel most at home
sitting by rob and oscar pulling cones
i go to sleep with my teeth clenched
i fight the fury
i try to resist
god i'd love to cook up a nice bowl of smack
i'd love to have another xanax attack
but everyone has their eyes so close on me
i don't think i can't breathe
talking to my friends
everything is a waste of time
i got nothing
i even broke my mind
i can't think
i can't speak
i'm just a lonely freak x3
and i miss everything that i have ever
had the chance to remember
had the chance to remember