Some days I find myself trying to be happy by...
I sit there and laugh...

I wake up every morning in this strange place I'm...
All my clothes are here, my makeup, my hairspray...

Feelings change like hours in a day,
A misplaced child slowly tearing away...

She has this emptiness inside her, and longs to...
She'll do anything it takes to feel loved...

Alone as I plead,
Yearning for help...

No, don't be worried.
I'm the strong one...

Why do I still feel this way?
There's a devil inside my brain...

I have this love, and yo I just don't know,
If I'm quite getting my point across to you yet...