Black tears stream down my pretty face
My hair is a mess
Its all out of place
My make up is smudged
My lip gloss has dried
How many times do I have to break
Before I shatter inside?
I've got the world on my shoulders
And nobody knows
I'm down on my knees
Got too much to hold
I'm breaking my legs
Just trying to stand up
It seems like nobody notices
That I'm just so messed up
Skinny jeans
With my skater shoes
A Jansport backpack
Nothing new
I'm changing a lot
My friends notice as well
I'm smoking weed
In school, I'm starting to dwell
A Captain Black everyday
Why?
Why am I changing my ways?
