me it’s me, me it’s me;
I don’t know what’s wrong with me,
broken pieces of my heart no one to collect them,
broken wings no one to fix them,
useless being like no human being,
sane but insane,

ashamed to be a girl but a girl,
confused but worried,
toxic but alright,
me it’s me,
me it’s me;
it’s dark at night,
thoughts running through my mind,
dude, are you still alive?
but my eyes are feeling the sound
and I’m being exposed to my lines,
a huge sigh came through my nostril
as I think of my freaking life
and those around me,
I just wish I could die
maybe this thing I’m feeling could be numbly fine.