Adam's Song.

I know I can't do anything right. Yes, I don't belong. No, I know I'll never amount to anything like I am. I know, I'm useless. Mmhmm, I know I'm pathetic and weak.

I have a list, Wes. Wanna hear?

This is reason (or am I just a traitor?).
I mean, what would I tell him anyway, "I can't quit drugs for you because if I stop no amount of bandaids could patch me up again"? "Love is never enough"? "You're not enough and you fucking hurt me"?

It's better just to say, as cliche as it is, "You deserve someone more held together."
Not, I love you but I'm killing every feeling I can.

Maybe I should be a bitch so it won't hurt as much.

Or I could pretend I'm dead.

How could I go to my old friend?
No one wants a drug addict.
Not as a daughter.
Not as a granddaughter.
Not as a girlfriend.
Not as a friend.
Not as family.
Not as a memory.

I'm just the classic low-life cliche you heard about, running from her problems, and you know she's just an attention freak. After all, she laughs the loudest.

I can't tell if I'm dying from the inside out or the outside in,
Nothing is okay, nothing is fine.

Anyone can make what I have built,
And better now,
Anyone can pop the same white pills.

[ i'm okay. ]

Leave me alone.

Hold it together
but I can't find the pieces.

I could die, but it'd make no difference.

I'm worthless & everything is too loud.
You will never understand what I mean by that.

It's better not to talk about it.