Mental House - What Do I Do

What do I do when I'm all by myself
I sit in my room and I dine on my nails
Twisted little gifted piece of chewed up bubble gum
Ripping at my hair until my skull is numb
Running from the undercover that is none
It is my own fate that I do run from

Every day, Do I wake up, and what do I hear
The mumbling of some other in my ear told me they would leave when I dropped a tear
Now every time I look in my eyes
I feel blind as they patronize my mind, my life, my reason why, why, why, why

Broken little wannabe, someone I don't wanna be
Twisted little melody, tripping on the mess I will be
What a broken tragedy
Honestly, I would rather be
Anybody then I was born to be, I feel like pottery
Like there is a crack in me, Throw him in the trash so no one will ever see

What do I do when I am on my own
Look in the mirror and try to groom
Every mistake and every flaw
Clean my house and try not to fall
Ignore the voices in my walls
Sit down and draw some skulls
Wear my shame like a shawl
Reminisce on the days of dull

What's going on, Something isn't right
Twisting my words, Like a melted butter knife
Crazy that it seems, To all just be me
Yes, I'm rocken freak, Like a pair of skinny jeans

Talking to myself in the middle of the night, night, night, night
Listen to them all bicker listen to them fight, fight, fight, fight
How they discuss everything that I do, do, do, do
Leaves me so distraught and oh so confused

What do I do when I'm all by myself
I sit in my room and I dine on my nails
Twisted little gifted piece of chewed up bubble gum
Ripping at my hair until my skull is numb
Running from the undercover that is none
It is my own fate that I do run from

Every day, Do I wake up, and what do I hear
The mumbling of some other in my ear told me they would leave when I dropped a tear
Now every time I look in my eyes
I feel blind as they patronize my mind, my life, my reason why, why, why, why

Broken little wannabe, someone I don't wanna be
Twisted little melody, tripping on the mess I will be
What a broken tragedy
Honestly, I would rather be
Anybody then I was born to be, I feel like pottery
Like there is a crack in me, Throw him in the trash so no one will ever see

What do I do when I am on my own
Look in the mirror and try to groom
Every mistake and every flaw
Clean my house and try not to fall
Ignore the voices in my walls
Sit down and draw some skulls
Wear my shame like a shawl
Reminisce on the days of dull

What's going on, Something isn't right
Twisting my words, Like a melted butter knife
Crazy that it seems, To all just be me
Yes, I'm rocken freak, Like a pair of skinny jeans

Talking to myself in the middle of the night, night, night, night
Listen to them all bicker listen to them fight, fight, fight, fight
How they discuss everything that I do, do, do, do
Leaves me so distraught and oh so confused

Written by:
Maison Haffie

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