You see, you don't get it I feel like I'm nothing at all If I could figure it out Maybe I could feel better But I don't know what I am I don't feel, I don't feel good at all I'd stab myself with the back of your hammer Cut myself Ripping my hair out And I won't be What I want you to think I am I look too boyish and my voice is too low Drowning myself in my shower at 9am Don't think about it it's not important Don't think about it it's not important Don't think about it it's not important Don't think about it it's not important So I'll never know what I am I think I'd die End my life to be understood At least then I won't have to worry about whether or not I can feel like a person By a tree covered in blood and the leaves My hands are gone and I'm stabbed to death But at least then I'm not a man I guess