The time for that change is drawing nearer , they can shoot you down
But I won't let them beat me so I stand right up again
Still it's the same sad face in the mirror , but he's still better than you
My escape , still I scrape , as I long for something dearer
And you will never learn , but it's time that you began to fail and to feel
Still they could never change how it could feel to never breathe again
I can't even understand why they hate me - until the time to confess
She's lying in the bathroom .... Her wrists were a mess
It's like painting red the same old circles in the same old house
I was there , I was scared I was making things personal