Glenda, my b--ch
there's something you must know...

Hey you *screaming B*
i just wanted to let you know...

My knife looks oh so tempting
so i begin reaching...

Take a good look at me
here's what i want you to see...

Go ahead and tie me to a chair
make sure the ropes are so tight i lose...

I will hide the truth tomorrow
and I won't let you see my sorrow...

These voices screaming in my head
telling me i should be dead...

These feelings are confidential
for no one else's eyes...

He always listens
we never fight...

I feel so distant
so far away...