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I lock myself in my room trying to find the question

I don't know how to find myself, I guess I'm stuck.

I hate being here. It feels like a prision

I love you guys, but I need something more



I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm going

I'm not the drugie you think I am

Why do you keep me here when you know this?

I know things. I know how things work...



I'm not little anymore. You can't hide the truth

If you can't let me find it myself, it will happen

It has many times before. I'll just run away

From all the pain I hold within myself.



It's almost like you don't TRUST me

You keep me here locked inside all day

Nothing happens, yet you wonder why I do what I do

Maybe I only do these things to get back at you?



Where would I get the drugs when you don't let me go out

I mean.  Hello, it takes money and people

You just don't like me.  Is that is?  Am I just an excuse?

Or... more like, Am I a mistake?