Over and over again, gone numb it’s the same old s***
Wishing I could run wishing I could cry, I’m sick of every damn lie
This is who I am and this is what it’s like
Always looking back till the day I die
I don’t want to be known as the depressed little girl
I don’t want to be the one with a million diamonds and a pearl

I feel tears running down my face and wonder why I’m crying
I’ve got all my friends and no one in my family is dying
Yet I look in the mirror and the smile isn’t natural
Why don’t I like what I see, why can’t I be content being me

These words are my own and it’s all I pathetic déjà vu
The unfortunate part is every feeling written is sadly true
What does happy mean and what does is involve
I hope this continuous problem I have is something that can be solved