One day, I got why Mom told me not to be depressed.
My sister cried her eyes out when my feelings hit my head.
I suffocate myself, so she thought I was a hero.
Now I'm older, crying old tears into my pillow (oh-oh).

I should use some drugs to be painkillers.
Use some alienation? I did it.
Go to therapy or go to sleep instead.

I like cloudy, rainy days
to match my humor, hide my face.
I like starving, feeling nauseous, so I
can stay home alone.
Have friends closer makes me toxic,
so I have an excuse to quit.
I never thought I would cut all these people out.
Am I just miserable to be around?

One day, I got why I'm such a people-pleaser folk.
Also, the reason why I feel so doddamn hurt in my chest.
Why is everybody more interesting than me? Might it be a burden or just too damn free?

I should use some drugs to be painkillers.
Use some alienation? I did it.
Go to therapy or go to sleep instead.

I like cloudy, rainy days
to match my humor, hide my face.
I like starving, feeling nauseous, so I
can stay home alone.
Have friends closer makes me toxic,
so I have an excuse to quit.
I never thought I would cut all these people out.
Am I just miserable to be around?

I was such a good one; when did I die?
When was my mistake; can I retry?
Maybe one more chance could fall from the sky.
I was such a good one; when did I die?
When was my mistake; can I retry?
Maybe one chance could be falling from the sky.