| You’re perfect the way you are
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| But let’s cover up those scars
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| Purple and blue seem to fit you
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| But can we try out a greyscale hue?
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| Your sickness makes you think less in a panicked state
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| Fill the hole again with chemicals before it’s too late
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| Don’t worry there’s no hurry
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| One more side effect
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| It’ll make you feel like new
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| But is this really you?
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| Sometimes I get depressed
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| When all the colors bleed together
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| Need to ingest
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| A little pill to make me feel numb
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| Oh what a mess my chemistry has become
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| Now now now now that’s no way to be
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| It really has nothing to do
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| With what you see in the mirror
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| Your mind is your shadow and your shadow is me
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| I’ll deceive your hopes and dreams
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| And patch your unbalanced genes
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| Don’t fight it, invite it inside of your head
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| Let it change all your marks from when you wish you were dead
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| I’d rather you be alive in a hospital bed
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| But is it really living when you hang by a thread
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| There’s always that sense of dread because
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| Sometimes I get depressed
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| When all the colors bleed together
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| Need to ingest
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| A little pill to make me feel numb
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| Oh what a mess my chemistry has become
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| Treating daylight like amphetamines
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| Having trouble finding an inbetween
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| My balance is a little bit broken
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| I’m just trying to stay alive
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| But all I ever ask is who am I
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| Today?
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| Sometimes I get depressed
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| When all the colors bleed together
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| Need to ingest
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| A little pill to make me feel numb
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| Oh what a mess my chemistry has become
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| Sometimes I get depressed
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| When all the colors bleed together
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| Need to ingest
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| A little pill to make me feel numb
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| Oh, what a mess, what a mess, what a mess
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| I have become |