| I’m on the roof of an office building
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| On a railing of a bridge. |
| Not even a razorblade
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| Made me feel or sense anything
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| I don’t belong in this body
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| I don’t belong in this life
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| Don’t wanna wake up to the cold morning and
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| Take another beating
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| I just wanna be loved, like everybody does
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| Without feeling guilty and ashamed
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| I just wanna get drunk, like everybody does
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| Without feeling like a loaded gun
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| I’m the creep in the corner
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| I’m the stain on your shirt
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| I guess I would be better off dead
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| Than on your way
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| I wanna jump in front of the freight train
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| Or maybe just get on it
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| Ride on to the new day dawning
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| And would never be found
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| I just wanna be loved, like everybody does
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| Without feeling guilty and ashamed
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| I just wanna get drunk, like everybody does
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| Without feeling like a loaded gun
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| I don’t wanna see the day I turn seventeen
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| Why couldn’t I be just like the rest?
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| I can never be free
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| I’m trapped inside of me
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| Please put me out of my misery |