I’d say I'm lazy officially I haven’t written more than three words In my diary since last year I know how hard it is mentally To have to be the best When you feel like a kid I need someone to be I need someone to see my face In every wildest fantasy Oh, again, again I’ve tried to lean on society For every single problem When I want them to The deal back then was I was the trouble The deal back then is I didn’t have much to lose I need someone to be I need someone to see my face In every single fantasy again Even the real ones will cry at night Even the real ones will cry at night Even the real ones will cry at night Even the real ones will cry at night Oh is this where the party is? In the depths of hell Where all my dreams like to thrive? Oh, is this where the party is? In the depths of hell Where I don’t feel so alive? I don’t feel so alive I don’t feel so alive I don’t feel so alive I don’t feel so alive I don’t feel so alive I don’t feel so alive I don’t feel so alive I don’t feel so alive Even the real ones will cry at night Even the real ones will cry at night Even the real ones will cry at night Even the real ones will cry at night