Daytime Ranting (1:15)

Sitting here, always thinking.

The fact that I'm crying, doesn't make it even.

I've been crying and drinking.

Hoping that is just a feeling.

Hatred seeping through my skin,

I knew the shadows would take over and win.

The thoughts made the flashbacks begin.

Where'd it go wrong and when?

You compare to these other girls, thinking I feel great.

Little do you know, I don't even feel okay.

They are pretty, they are skinny, and some aren't fake.

I know some don't feel like mistakes.

I'm not like them, I'm not skinny, I gain weight.

Maybe if I starve myself, then I'll look okay.

It's not like all those girls didn't already hate.

Bullied throughout school, they just couldn't wait.

Insecure and unsure about everything I do.

I honestly do some things, just to look cool.

Maybe they'll leave me alone.

Cry myself to sleep when no one is home.

Do I really have to explain myself?

I know it's not good for my mental health.

It's hard to try not to think that way.

Maybe one day, I'll feel okay.

Here we go again, I'm ranting.

Running away from my problems got me panting.

Sometimes in the night, I start chanting.

"Bring me home, I'm tired of acting."

I got some questions,

Lemme start asking.

How would you feel,

If you saw shadows dancing?

I always freak out,

That is no doubt,

They make me scream and they make me shout.

I need to stop, it's time to let go.

Of my fear of the dark, it'll be slow.

It'll take time, but I will get through.

Been feeling some way, been feeling a bit blue.

I'm sorry, I'm gonna go.

I don't wanna cause chaos,

Don't wanna cause a show.

I'm okay, you are too.

Have a great day, and I'll see you later

Peekaboo.