Sometimes I wonder
Just what I'd look like
If what was on the inside
Showed on the out
I know damn well
That I don't make sense
That I'll never be
What you think I should
Who you want me to
I wonder sometimes
Would you have looked
At me if you knew what
Was really in here
If what was inside of here
Had clawed it's way out years ago
I'd probably be dead by now
As dead as I am inside already
I don't claim innocence
I don't portray the good girl
I know I don't make sense
What's your excuse?
I wish I'd known what
Hate tasted like
Years ago
Maybe I could have
Saved me from me
So I'm spilling it out
All the anger I've stored
Inside me all these years
Hate that I'm trying to
Save me from
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