Most of the time if I'm pissed, i don't want to talk to you,
You think you know when you look at me, but you might as well stare right through.
I'm moody & depressive & over sensitive,
But if you don't like it, id rather be lonely.
I just want to sit here in my mp3 player,
Wrap myself up in this musical layer.
Maybe I'll smoke another Marlboro too,
Maybe I'll do that just to annoy you.
I just want to block you all out, so i can't hear your voices,
Can't hear you talk about yourselves in colourful rejoices.
Don't ask me whats wrong or if I'm OK,
Because obviously I'm going to lie anyway.
I'm lying maybe, i don't mind them really,
I just cant function, when I'm fighting with you,
Stuck at another emotional junction.
