Mama says I'm not good at anything

Keep my mouth shut, say nothing

Not venting my thoughts, just sit and waste

like a living ghost, cause I feel misplaced

 

I want my dream

but it feels so far away

I want to be on the cover of magazines

I want to be on MTV or have my own reality

 

I wish they would break down the walls to get to me

Isn't this so fucking insane?

The world behind the box is taking over my brain

 

Mama says I'm not good at anything

I stare at emptiness and say nothing

Don't open my mouth, just sit and waste

Like a living ghost, cause I feel misplaced

 

I hate seeing all this shit

but at the same time I want to be a part of it

"Suicide!" Repeats itself in my mind

 

I wish they would break down the walls to get to me

Isn't this so fucking insane?

The world behind the box is taking over my brain