am i really all that bad, or am i going mad?
i'm a face from yesterday, always in the way
hiding all my pain, it's driving me insane
if you fell this way, each and everyday
there's got to be something more
you want your life to change, something's got change
so live for something more
no one ever calls, you're sick of it all
your friends don't come around, they all let you down
what's gotten into you? there's nothing you can do
to make it all seem right, so why put up a fight?