I hate when people say 'how have you been?' cuz I'm a relatively nice girl, but i'll lie every time
Its not you its me.... no its you.
I dont really even know whats wrong just know i never, quite belong.
So I'm sorry if I stay in bed. gotta do my best, fix whats left of my head.
I dont mean to cause an uproar its just these cracks in the armor.
Don't think you know how sick i really and truly am. I wanna whisper in your ear, and sing those pretty little songs but I forgot the words, oh how it hurts.
Its not you its me, no its you.
I dont really even know whats wrong just know i somehow, must keep strong.
So I'm sorry if I stay in bed. gotta do my best, fix whats left of my head.