I am a book that no one knows
I am a road you hope goes somewhere so take me slow
I am a toy shelfed up alone
I am a spirit with nobody or heaven to go

I know I'm manicly depressed over dramatic always hating everything
Look in the mirror and then scrub to see it clearer just to see my worst enemy

I am a hand that no one holds
I am a artist with no canvas or clay left to mold
I am a chorus no one knows
I am teacher with new lessons but materials

Old and battered
Worn and tattered
Words of the wise for nobody
My legacy will be made of glass
You can all take turns breaking me to the past

I know I'm manicly depressed over dramatic always hating everything
Look in the mirror and then scrub to see it clearer just to see my worst enemy
Was inside me

I know I'm manicly depressed over dramatic always hating everything (was inside me)
Look in the mirror and then scrub to see it clearer just to see my worst enemy (was inside me)
What’s inside me, this thing