Why can't I drink at 8 in the morning?
What's so wrong with revealing the scorning?
You should have listened to me in therapy
I was talking a load of s**t so she'd let me off easy

You think about the worst to come
And still you hide
You think you're trying to help and get closer to me
But you're only making it worse you see
The only real problem with the way I see the world
Is from the perspective of a fucked up crazy little mad girl
I wish you could see me crying here in the shadows of the dark
You'd be free from worry then

You know everyone's a liar, and I'm really right
When I say that nobody really understands until it's happened to them
When it happens to you, you won't really know
You'll try and hide it and let your inner beauty glow
And then you'll peel the skin
From the dump we live in
And underneath is something not so nice
Dead as a doornail and cold as ice