Or what I want
Don’t know what I’m doing here
Or where I’m going
It seems like I have no purpose
For doing whatever I’m doing
I want my head to stop pounding
That I know for sure…
But why I even bother to wake up
Or look at a mirror
Or go on living
I haven’t figured that out yet
There is one thing, one person I have in mind
That takes over my "so called" life
But what am I without that person
What am I, alone, dissected
Cut open for the world to see
A mass of hysteria and fear and hate
All packaged behind a smile
Wishing that I was pretty.