Hey everyone, would you look at me Or at last at what I'm supposed to be Anything this, is is anything new? Frustrated, confused and acne, too What do I think, I think someone said Give me your hand and touch my head I think I do not think I do not care I think what everyone put there The mirror does not see me, it is seen Staring, showing me the places that I've been If I knew better I would say I'd know something else maybe some day I hate when I'm told to hate I wait when I'm told to wait The other day I just could have died Sickness and d**h and suicide