Turn off the lights, please Can you just turn off the lights Hey, dear brain, why the hell are you doing this to me right now I should be happy So dear brain why Just to see me cry for the sixth time so far this week Make me feel weak Men don't cry after all The worst part about being tall is that no one can reach your heart And the worst part about being good at faking a smile is that No one knows if you're really happy Or if you're actually torn apart I'll deny it though You can even sit front row, go ahead and see what you'll catch Because I already bled myself to the bone So let's all eat poison apples and See who picks the short stick in the death raffle Or you can ask me how I am and I'll respond with a witty comment I just won't commit to my feelings to confuse you Confuse you until you leave me I can't feel I don't how know to deal with this They say they care but I don't feel it They don't mean it I'm still alone despite all the people in this room So I'll assume that I can see myself out And I'll hide in the bushes until you think I'm a worm I'll bury myself 6 feet in the dirt and make it permanent Or should I get on my knees and repent so I can feel happy again But if I'm on my knees begging for a smile, then I can't reach the lights So would you just turn off the lights