Tears flow like waterfalls, out my eyeballs,
Because I got less good than I do flaws,
Knuckles could be cracked 'cause I punched the wall,
And sometimes, I wonder why I bother at all,
Because...why should I even care,
When I can't see no one else that does anywhere,
Is that fair, no the hell it's not,
But it'll stay that way, yes Hell is hot,
But I wish I could, be better-I wish I would,
But it's been a while since anything has been good,
I guess I'm stuck in Purgatory for a little while,
With my head on my knees, enjoying my own exile.

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..

And every single time I walk into school,
I get picked on by those guy that think they're so cool,
And I don't wanna sound like a b****, so I just think "cruel"-
And don't say nothing else, because then I'll look like a fool,
And I see that girl I love in the hallway,
I swear I could just sit and watch her smile all day,
But the things that hurt me the most all day?
Is that I know she ain't always okay,
She always has a guy that acts nice,
Until, she won't give it to 'em or entice-
His will, and so then he spreads rumors about her,
And they spread with teens at about a thousand miles an hour,
And sometimes I can see tears forming in her eyes,
And I'm not the one goin' through it, but I wanna cry,
I wanna tell her how much I love her beauty,
But then I remember: she won't ever go for me.

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..

She's a nice girl, and she ain't gossip reportin',
But looks in high school are all but important,
If you're slim and beautiful, everyone likes you,
But if you're not, than they agree you can die too,
All I wanna do is hold her in my arms,
But then, that would just set off alarms,
And then, all she's gonna her from her "friends",
"Why did you ever think of him, again?",
I'd like to think I do have inner pride,
But cuts are covering my arms on the outside,
But I'd make 'em dissapeer, if I could have her,
But I can't, so I'm just gonna take this razor,
And wonder why nobody fu*king likes me,
Why do I even try to talk to people nicely,
I'm doing something I always said they would regret,
If it's a mean guy they want-it's a mean guy they'll get.

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..