Sitting in my room Just wasting time I've spent my whole life asking Questions And when the answers come They hurt or wound I don't know what it takes to bind it I don't know what it takes to find it Is there such a thing as piece of mind? On the telephone I hear your voice And i wonder what's behind it And in your eyes The blankest beauty I wonder what there is inside it I don't know what it takes To find you I'll give pieces of my mind I'm always mixed up every time Pathetic ramblings, this i know Welcome to this bitter show This poetry is not romantic And anger is not a tonic Painting on a smile So you'll never know Just how deeply your words Hurt me And boys don't cry This i know I've been socialized to Hide it