The nights I lay awake
Thinking of those smiles I fake
I wonder if my life will ever change
This feeling inside me is weird and deranged
I try desperately for my friends not to see
I don't want them to ever know the twisted me
I stop and think that's its time to let them hear and decide
The sick thoughts of death, murder, rape and suicide
I can't help but think of things like this
And they say it's the old me they miss
But there isn't an old me
I can't remember being happy but they couldn't see
It has been an act all along
I'll just leave it and listen to this song
That describes my life, my feelings
This man knows what he means when he sings.
