Sometimes I feel like
My forehead has a sign
C sort of yellow tag
Says, punch me I'm your bag
I'm so bruised
Excuse me if I seem
Unlike the sunshine's beam
I'm not doing well
I'm sure that you can tell
That I hurt
It's the worst
Hold out your hand
But I can't
Seem to reach
The sea pulls me one way
The wind, the other
I can't breathe
You tell me, be better
But I think that's better
Left unsaid
Sometimes I feel like
I would rather
Be left dead
Excuse me if I seem
Unlike the sunshine's beam
I'm not doing well
I'm sure that you can tell
That I hurt
It's the worst
Hold out your hand
But I can't
Seem to reach
The sea pulls me one way
The wind, the other
I can't breathe
You tell me, be better
But I think that's better
Left unsaid
Sometimes I feel like
I would rather
Be left dead