(Two, three, four)

A stupid sharp pain
Pressing in my leg
I don't deserve
A friend of a friend;
Shot himself in the head
He lost his mind
But I guess I did too
I lost it over you

Now, in the dark
I feel you on my arm
I'm scared of you

I'm trying to be more like you
I'm trying to be more like you
I'm trying to be more like you