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I’m so confused, as confused as you, maybe even more.
I pay the price for this bloody addiction.
Its not me...this isn't me...its not me...I swear it.
Their words are like bullets to my unloaded gun.
Their promises like lies, each unbelievable.

I have a choice, but it’s not up to me,
Its up to me One, me Two, and me Three…
They each have thoughts that bleed through me.

Someone please, it’s not me.
Believe me baby, it’s not me.

Confused and used, not sure if I’m sane,
So many voices clouding up my brain,
So many cut and open veins…

Some say take the pink pill, and you will feel all right
Or maybe take the white one, so I can die tonight.
Why not take the whole bottle and see what that doses to you?
Or mix the two and three and four, if you wish to breathe no more.

I’m cutting hoping to bleed and answer.
But all I bleed are lies.
All I bleed for are lies.
All I live for are ******** lies.
Lies to you, that lie to me,
Lies to eat and sleep and breathe.

I have a voice but it’s not mine.
I have a choice, not up me.
Its up me One, Two and Three
And Four and Five and Six and Seven
And Eight and Nine and Ten…. Eleven…

Someone please, it’s not me.
Believe me baby, it’s not me.