Sometimes I Feel Like A Two-Faced Bitch.
This feels like telling the story of my life.
I've always been plagued by insomnia, and terrible dreams.
And I still wet the bed until I was 12, sick, isn't it?
It's because I was afraid.
I was afraid of being unaccepted in this world of stereotypes.
I'm always thinking of how am I gonna pay the bills when I grow up?
or What'll happen if..., What if that...
I'm scared.
I'm scared of the paranormal, because I don't know what they look like.
And sometimes I feel two-faced because I act all bubbly when I talk to you.
But you don't really know me, YOU DON'T KNOW THE REAL ME!
I'm just another depressed little boy, hiding in the corner, because of all the non-existent and malignant people out there.
They're out to hurt me, and I want to make it better.
I want to do, something out of the normal.
Like flying, Like reading people's minds, Like lifting a chair with just a single flick of my wrist.
I've always wanted to fly, you know?
I feel like a bird in a cage, locked up, just waiting to be set free, and when I talk to you, I feel free, because I act free, I act not me.
And after all this thought, I know I'm going to do something even if it costs everything I have.
I might as well stick myself in a nut house, and I bet you think this is all bullshit, well it's not because it's how I feel, and if it's not important to you, YOU CAN FUCK OFF! There's the red X in the right hand corner.
I don't want pity either, saying you understand because you don't. And don't comment if you've got the wrong answers.
I've always been plagued by insomnia, and terrible dreams.
And I still wet the bed until I was 12, sick, isn't it?
It's because I was afraid.
I was afraid of being unaccepted in this world of stereotypes.
I'm always thinking of how am I gonna pay the bills when I grow up?
or What'll happen if..., What if that...
I'm scared.
I'm scared of the paranormal, because I don't know what they look like.
And sometimes I feel two-faced because I act all bubbly when I talk to you.
But you don't really know me, YOU DON'T KNOW THE REAL ME!
I'm just another depressed little boy, hiding in the corner, because of all the non-existent and malignant people out there.
They're out to hurt me, and I want to make it better.
I want to do, something out of the normal.
Like flying, Like reading people's minds, Like lifting a chair with just a single flick of my wrist.
I've always wanted to fly, you know?
I feel like a bird in a cage, locked up, just waiting to be set free, and when I talk to you, I feel free, because I act free, I act not me.
And after all this thought, I know I'm going to do something even if it costs everything I have.
I might as well stick myself in a nut house, and I bet you think this is all bullshit, well it's not because it's how I feel, and if it's not important to you, YOU CAN FUCK OFF! There's the red X in the right hand corner.
I don't want pity either, saying you understand because you don't. And don't comment if you've got the wrong answers.