You're so twisted up inside you're mind runs in circles
I'm the one there making the knots
As you figure one out I create five more and laugh
Do you love me? You and how many others
WHY?
I rock back n forth thinking up my newest scheme
You think you're happy but I only make you miserable
Boys think about me and wonder, wonder wonder
but I don't pay them heed
I don't understand any of their fascinations
I'll only hurt them all in the end
Is that what they want? To be able to be hurt by me?
Do they want me to know how much I hurt them
That's the point! Prove it to me
if I cut, then can I think?
Will my blood make things clear?
What if I break things, maybe I'll make a noise so loud I'll go deaf
If I can't hear you then you can't hurt me
Then I should stare at blinding light
Because if I can't see anyone they can't do anything to me
The world's ******** as is, but I make it worse
You say I'm wrong, but I know I'm right
I want to change but every thing I say hurts someone
Everyone around me gets stabbed and I stand in the middle in their blood
I look untouched, but every stab goes to me ten fold
How can I stop unless I cease to exist?
Is that the answer then?
Should I just stop being?