Mama says I'm not good at anything
Keep my mouth shut, say nothing
Not venting my thoughts, just sit and waste

like a living ghost, cause I feel misplaced

I want my dream

but it feels so far away
I want to be on the cover of magazines
I want to be on MTV or have my own reality


I wish they would break down the walls to get to me
Isn't this so $#&@ing insane?

The world behind the box is taking over my brain

Mama says I'm not good at anything

I stare at emptiness and say nothing
Don't open my mouth, just sit and waste
Like a living ghost, cause I feel misplaced


I hate seeing all this %#@!
but at the same time I want to be a part of it

"Suicide!" Repeats itself in my mind

I wish they would break down the walls to get to me

Isn't this so $#&@ing insane?
The world behind the box is taking over my brain