^ I, too used to make my wrists bleed, or rely on Ritalin to fix me
But in the end i felt so empty, without a paddle right up shit's creek
Sick of letting everybody down like the Knicks team since Ewing had those shit knees
I'm not hard to figure out yet they chalk me up as a mystery
Wanna travel to Paris but not like Nicole Richie
If the sky is the limit, I'll paint it like Sisteen
Chapel, need to kiss the past goodbye, say it with my lips "leave"
Honestly still think my future is bright, even though it's hard to believe
I'm going to hold the golden shards close what little is left of this dream
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