I\'m so messed up inside,
I\'m so confused with everythng,
I don\'t know where to hide,
I don\'t know anything.
I\'m mis-used and alone,
Can anyone see me down here?
I thought not, I new you\'d gone,
Is anyone else near?
The answer\'s no once again,
But it\'s ok im used to the feeling,
I\'m used to the feeling of pain,
I\'m used to my life not having any meaning.
I\'m sorry I have never been perfect,
I should just keep my mouth shut,
I suppose I\'m not worth it,
As per usual, I begin to cut.
Sometimes all I want is for you o be there,
Sometimes all I want is to feel noticed,
Sometimes all I want is for you to care,
But I suppose I was made to go un-noticed.
Do you even know when I\'m upset?
Or are you always having fun?
I get your game:I\'m the tennis ball, you\'re the racket,
You own me-when you don\'t want to,you go away and run.
So as usual I\'m alone on my own,
Pain on the outside aswell as in,
All I ever do is moan,
Even thought I don\'t understand a thing.
