all bent out of shape
i don't even remember what shape i was before
no one cares about me
don't even try to tell me they do
i really just pretend i care, too
so they think i'm funny
so what--anyone can be funny
i just make fun of them, and they laugh
they're laughing at themselves, not me
they're drowning in their own stupidity
i'm really just like them
but i've gotten good at faking a smile
no one needs to know i'm in pain
it'll go away in a few days
for now, i'll just live in my own little haze
everyone knows i'm lying
but if i tell them the truth, i have to believe it too
that's a risk i just can't take
they say that the truth will set you free
but it's the truth that's haunting me.
