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I took all my sick days Hide again in this place Probably restin' bitch face (Crazy) Flirtin' out, I'm lifted Cookin' in the kitchen, no one ever listens (Baby) Yeah, I'm alone with Satan Broke up with my boyfriend And I went off the deep end (Crazy) I'm still out in Brooklyn, wipin' off my lipstick Hookin' up with misfits (Jaded) All this time, all this time I've been tellin' everyone I'm fine Someone in between Ecstasy and suicide I'm just so bad at concentratin' I think I need to be sedated I come around all on their face, shit Face it, I'm great in moderation Underneath the carpet, sleepin' with the roaches Rollin' on the inside (Hell nah) My mom be gettin' nauseous, when she hear my lyrics Frightened of the realness (Or some) I know, I know SongtexteThat I should be less honest with myself Box up all the feelings, put 'em in a coffin And try to get some help I'm just so bad at concentratin' I think I need to be sedated I come around all on their face, shit Face it, I'm great in moderation All this time, all this time I've been tellin' everyone I'm fine Someone in between Ecstasy and suicide All this time, all this time I've been tellin' everyone I'm fine Someone in between Ecstasy and suicide I'm just so bad at concentratin' I think I need to be sedated I come around all on their face, shit Face it, I'm great in moderation Aus Songtexte Mania