It's hard to read my thoughts because you can't see my scars

I'm in pain so empty and I guess I'm a basket case

Maybe I should lock my stupid ass away

Feeling half-awake from all these pills I'm taking

Hate parties, Hate people Hate people who only call when they need you

Hate the kind of friend who never calls you

Back at me because you make me miserable

Back at me because I am a basket case

Start to love the pain I'm feeling

Feeling numb is not healing

Someone give me something to live for

I'm just another disappointment, guess the doctor was right

cause he said I'm fine got these pills and seems to make me smile more

but only on the outside but never on the inside

I can't eat any longer without feeling sick, so I guess I'm done eating

While I feel alone, I'm not alone. I keep this pain inside so that I don't scare you,

but you look at me with worry as you see my scars.

That's fine, it's just my warrior marks.

I hate the world as much as I hate the world, but I guess I'm staying in it.