Hey everyone, would you look at me
Or at last at what I'm supposed to be
Anything this, is is anything new?
Frustrated, confused and acne, too
What do I think, I think someone said
Give me your hand and touch my head
I think I do not think I do not care
I think what everyone put there
The mirror does not see me, it is seen
Staring, showing me the places that I've been
If I knew better I would say
I'd know something else maybe some day
I hate when I'm told to hate
I wait when I'm told to wait
The other day I just could have died
Sickness and d**h and suicide