I'm sick with the guilt
And I'm dipped in the anger
And sex is the one thing
That has brought me disease
I want to hurt people
Especially ones I know
I'm so fucking scared
I just wish I could go
But go to the store
Or the park or the mountains
I'll still be sick there
As the anger spews from me
Like fountains
Like fountains
I can break things
Things plastic
But things I'll remember
I broke
It's the gnawing
The clawing
The scraper inside
Wants to clean out
All that's inside
So there's only without
A numb hard shell
Is how they'll find me
Let me show you my best
I won't be that easy to find
I will fit in with the rest
I will fit in with the rest
The past is still with me
It follows not stopping
Slowing me down
To show me that nothing
Is left in my life
To say that I have changed
I'm still here obsessing
And thinking of nothing
Can't even be honest with myself
I don't want to fit in with the rest
I don't want to fit in with the rest