I'm sick with the guilt
And I'm dipped in the anger
And sex is the thing
That has brought me disease

I want to hurt people
Especially ones I know
I'm so fucking scared
I just wish I could go

But go to the store
Or the park or the mountains
I'll still be sick there
As the anger spews from me like

Fountains
Like fountains

I can break things, things plastic
But things I'll remember
I broke, it's the gnawing
The clawing, the scraper

Inside wants to clean out
All that's inside, so there's
Only without
A numb, hard shell is how
They'll find me, let me show you my best
I won't be that easy to find, I will fit in
With the rest

The past is still with me
It follows, not stopping
Slowing me down
To show me there's nothing that's

Left in my life
To say that
I have changed

I'm still here, obsessing
And thinking I'm not
Cannot even be honest with myself
I don't want to fit in with the rest

Don't want to fit in with the rest