| Depressed and stressed complex |
| With the most problems |
| And I won’t solve them |
| Instead I let them grow, blossom |
| Got a whole garden |
| And they’re all rotten |
| Like me |
| I feel them all staring |
| Glaring |
| Wary of me |
| So I tear out my hair |
| 'Til my scalp starts to bleed |
| Scared and it’s apparent to see |
| That I’d do anything just to make them believe |
| Slime |
| In the back of your throat |
| When you gag and you choke |
| It’s because I’m the |
| Slime |
| And the black in your lungs |
| When the cat got your tongue |
| It’s because we’re all |
| Slime |
| All the filth in your head |
| Words you shouldn’t have said |
| It’s because you’re just |
| Slime |
| Tossing my integrity out the door |
| Honesty is left ignored |
| Pondered hard and pawned it off so I’d belong to something more |
| I’m so alone in my mind |
| Bend my spine back 'til my figure aligns |
| Hide my tail, tucked between hinds |
| Of this stray dog that forgot to bark like |
| Guide me to the end of the line |
| To stand beside, wide-eyed, with the rest of the blind |
| Pride died and the shame just reminds |
| To give in and commit suicide tonight |
| I feel them all staring |
| Glaring |
| Wary of me |
| So I tear out my hair |
| 'Til my scalp starts to bleed |
| Scared and it’s apparent to see |
| That I’d do anything just to make them believe |
| Even fake and deceive |
| I’d rip a limb for the purpose of fitting in |
| And force a grin, hold it with some pins, cheek-to-chin |
| Sick of resistance |
| Unzipping my skin |
| Stripped off because it’s what makes me different |
| My life’s not mine and my name isn’t either |
| My identity and my mind are the people’s |
| Defined like sheep that need to comply to their equals |
| So I might lie at times cause I’m dying to please you |