I'm really afraid of what I might become,
the thought of it just makes me wanna slap myself.

So many things change,
I'm trying to catch up.
But sometimes it's so tiring.

Deep down inside it's all broken,
Only he can see how broken it is.
But he will never see me again, because I'm done.

I'm trying so hard not to think,
maybe that's why I'm partying so hard.

That's why I'm doing such stupid acts.