These streetlights lead away From my broken home and my broken soul I left them all behind In a laundry pile in the bedroom hall Everything went your way I turned my back on the friends I had My priorities weren't that straight And you took advantage of the fact When I was lost and alone I called out to my hope It answered back and laughed at me It ridiculed my uncertainty When x-squared equals a plus b And I am b and a is free There comes out no solution I'm square-root, frothing, negative pollution I'm trying my best to take this all in My pocket's jingling with needles and pins A pale body that's weak and thin I punish myself as I pierce the skin I tarnish myself with a signature Bloody scabbed criss-cross forms a picture You're staring back at me from my bleeding arms There's a smile on your face, you love this self harm You love it when I hurt myself Getting attention with an abstract sentiment Attention whore, just needs more, have you seen this mess? When the blood pours filling up the silence I'm screaming now, I'm on my knees A brand new light from beyond the curtain Open my blinds so you can see This dying child and then you'll scream ..."What the **** is wrong with me?"
