I make such a good statistic, somebody should study me now; somebody's gotta be interested in how I feel, just cause I'm here, and I'm real.

Every time I say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger, and never to their own fear.

Love isn't over when the sheets are stained.

I will not be afraid to let my talent shine.

At night when you're asleep, self-hatred's going to creep in. And you can blame it on the devil, the one who's bed you sleep in.

Then I show up steady ready and proud and I find I've forgotten how to talk out loud. Isn't it just like you to bring me to my knees?

No one's gonna sympathize when we crash, they'll say you hit what you head for, you get what you ask.