I’m in a small box in a dark room All I can do is moan and scream And then I start to dream And forget I’m close to doom. But the dream ends there and reality starts I know it’s a problem I’m stuck with It’s a problem because I can’t quit I’m afraid cause everyone can see these scars. Words are crawlin in my head I want to be in another place I hate it when people think I live for this These wound will never heal. I used to be normal, used to be calm But now I can’t hide no matter how hard I try But one thing, I don’t know why I used to be strong But now I’m who I’m not anymore Against my will I stand beside my own reflection And look sad at my own creation The insides of this box change, but it remains sore Other people like me close their eyes and pretend They try to dream but they cannot They are stuck inside this box And can’t imagine that they can be perfect again.