9:09 am

No one wants me when I am broken and careless

No one wants me when I am empty,

When all of that confidence and charm is gone

When I can't be all mighty and strong

No one can handle the drunkenness of pain in my eyes

No one can handle the slur of ignorance in my speech

No one can handle the frying hurt in my brain,

No one.

And I don't expect them to

No I don't care

It's been this way all my life

The pain's always been there

I'll get back to my charismatic ways

Indecent, consistent, unrealistic phase

I'll get back to your polished idea of reality

Cause I really don't know if that's me.