gotta fight the undesirable feeling
tired that i need methods to take my sadness to a better place
shouting, singing,
or taking my head between your knees

am i the cause of all my pain? surely i am
sometimes i even hear the same notes i've heard on my nightmares
protect me from all i've done
restrain me in order to see the morning sun
destroy me in order be the number one 

they might be obesessed with somebody else 
and i, to have a real friend

you don't know me
you dont' know me at all
i wish you could
oh how i wish you could