Whoa-oh-oh,
do you understand...

I lay awake at night,
and scream your name...

Jagged and tattered,
my edges are frayed...

You're like my Kryptonite,
when you're gone away...

Well this feels like torture,
and I want to cry...

There is a light on the other side,
but no one cares if you're dead or alive...

Just a faded photograph,
in a broken frame...

Wake up every day feeling like I'm cursed,
every single second it just gets worse...

I might look happy,
but know that it's a lie...

There's only so much I can say,
there's only so much I can do...

I've been beggin' for attention,
and did I fail to mention...

No one seems to notice (no one seems to notice),
how I feel so hopeless (how I feel so hopeless...