Cliché.

Oh darling, I'm not lying.
I'm just dying, for the attention that you get.
It's all in your head,
It's all in your head.

I'm not lying,
I'm just crying, forgetting these fears.
Wipe away my tears,
Wipe away my tears.

Can you help me through this, baby?
Can you lift my spirits high,
high enough so I can reach,
Heaven on my own? I feel alone.

I'm just making,
A suicide attempt, and I plan to fail.
So that I get the attention I deserve.
And have you overheard?

My mood is apathetic,
And I'm a camera whore.
I'm a myspace cliche,
attention seeker, nothing more.