I'm a pastel little bow with a needle through the middle
I'm in love with a prince who's really plastic inside
It all seems kind of pointless but I think everything has a point if
You can just somehow make it out alive
Oh how to hold on
I'm daydreaming nightmares my hopes are all gone
My soul is tattered my skin is torn
Hear my voice does it sound kind of worn
I'm lost, so where's this found part
Where's this alleged safe and sound part
I'm trying to stop eating I've been oversleeping and
Honestly sometimes I think I'd rather just stop breathing
Oh how to hold on
I'm daydreaming nightmares my hopes are all gone
My soul is tattered my skin is torn
Hear my voice does it sound kind of worn
Oh I'm scared and amused by the depressed and the abused
Wondering if I'm one of them yet
And if I'd rather be innocent
Oh how to hold on
I'm daydreaming nightmares my hopes are all gone
My soul is tattered my skin is torn
Hear my voice does it sound kind of worn
Oh how to hold on
I'm daydreaming nightmares my hopes are all gone
My soul is tattered my skin is torn
Hear my voice cause I feel kind of worn out