I’m laughing but I’m crying inside
A taste of pain. Criticism? I’m living again
Everything I’m feeling, I keep bottled inside
A taste I can’t abstain, a cursed pet again
Frayed and muddled, I love myself
I shut myself down and keep my hands off
Try to kiss myself awake
But my scabs, they ache and ache
Choosing what I want and dumping what I don’t
I want to cast all reason aside and believe in fantasies
Inferiority is driving me insane. I am no marionette, that I ain’t
Put on, it’s all an act. More likes, please react
Boring? That a fact? A two-faced Cinderella
“I wanna dream” “I wanna disappear”
And so the lines are blurred between me, myself, and I
It’s all right and it’s all wrong
“I wanna dream” “I wanna disappear”
And so the lines are blurred between me, myself, and I
Maybe I could let you in on my secret
Playing the role of myself, true method, what am I, a psycho?
I’m gone. Where? I don’t recall. Or maybe I chose not to know
Wilting in the spotlight, I hate myself
A talent nagging away at me, I broke it off
I did as I pleased and regretted it again
I thought I’d “changed” but all I felt for myself was hate
This sucks, this sucks. Even laughter is targeted, it blends and adjusts
I wanna snap off the strings and breathe, it’s high time
Inferiority is driving me insane. I am no marionette, that I ain’t
Hated it all, I knew it all along
I tried to fight it but my feelings were dead after all
“I wanna choose” “I wanna discard”
And so the lines are blurred between me, myself, and I
It’s all right and it’s all wrong
“I wanna choose” “I wanna discard”
And so the lines are blurred because I’m a marionette
Put on, it’s all an act. More likes, please react
Boring? That a fact? A two-faced Cinderella
“I wanna dream” “I wanna disappear”
And so the lines are blurred between me, myself, and I
It’s all right and it’s all wrong
“I wanna dream” “I wanna disappear”
And so the lines are blurred between me, myself, and I
It’s all right and it’s all wrong
“I wanna choose” “I wanna discard”
And so the lines are blurred between me, myself, and I
Maybe I could let you in on my secret
Or maybe it doesn’t matter, so what?