So I'll hide behind a locked door, and pretend some more.
I'll sit in the dark and cut my wrists and pretend I don't exist.
I try to be perfect but it doesn't seem worth it.
I don't want anyone to know, I don't want to let these feelings show.
So here I lay with my head on your chest, wondering why I'm still depressed.
I've got everything I could want and need, yet I still want to bleed.
I feel like my minds about to explode, I'm going down the wrong road.
I wanna turn around and go the right way, but I always end up led astray.
You're yelling at me but only your mouth moving can I see.
I can not hear and my vision is not quite clear.
I don't wanna listen while the tears on my cheeks glisten.
Something is wrong with me and I know you agree.
This is what blocks my path when I try to turn around, time for another breakdown.
I was so close to going back to how I used to be, then you tell me all the impefections you see.
You say I can't do nothen right, not straight out but I can read between the lines.
I just want to shut you out and take the knife, let me live my own life.
