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Is it too much to ask to know the truth?
Have I wasted all my time searching?
Have I wasted my youth?

Sometimes I still feel like that sick, crazy, grade school girl...

With no friends,
And no one to confide in...
Just another nutjob...
Just another weirdo...

I don't know what is real and what is false...
Sometimes I don't even feel real...
Sometimes I can't even feel my pulse...

Why is it that when I stare in the mirror,
I can't see my face???
Instead I see many faces
taking its place...

Am I truely crazy?
Or are these demons real?

Why can't anyone understand or feel the way I do?
Why can't anyone see the things that I see?
Or hear the things that I hear?
Why doesn't anyone understand me?

How come the pills can't make them go away?
Am I anything worth living without them?

I feel like I'm losing it
and no one understands...
no one ever will...
no one will ever even give the fucking time of day...
No one will ask "are you okay?",
And be prepared for what I'm going to say...

I'm scared...
I'm terrified of the truth...
Only because I don't know...
I don't want them to be all in my head...
I don't want to be insane...
I don't want to end up in a hospital bed!

I cant say that I'm ok,
and mean it anymore...

My throat is feelin' tense...
My eyes are getting sore...
If this keeps up I feel I'll be no more...

I just want to know the god damn truth
How hard is that to understand?