I just need to do this,
I really really do.
But I can't make myself-
Why can't I just open up to you?
You're back now, oh, great.
But I'm in my room,
Just writing my life away.
You're there for me- yeah, I'm sure.
But why can't I open up to you,
Why can't I open up to the world?
I'm huddled in my corner,
Thinking of, "Why am I always such a mourner?"
Everybody says they know who I am-
Well you really don't,
Well you really don't give I damn.
Cuz the truth of the matter is,
I don't even know who the hell I am.
