I think I'll just go home and sit alone in my room,
and think about how I'll never be good enough for you.
letting you down in everything I do.
Ghosts travel in and out of the holes inside my head,
while I move aside all of the things that occupy my bed
and write a list of all of the things i hate about myself.
I'll throw it away and hide my emotions so you'll never be able to tell
that everything i love makes me numb.
everything i love makes me numb.
Sitting here, staring at the wall.
I'm so bored. I wish I had better things to do
than sit alone in my room.