Woe Is Me

There's not much left to say
I don't wanna be here anymore
What do you want from me?

Another explanation?
Some kind of fuckin' script so you can reenact the plot and find the pieces that fit
Into your idea of what my life should be like?
Well, I didn't write one

'Cause I didn't think that anyone would wanna know the score
It's two to one I'm losing my own mental tug-of-war
Oh, would you take a look at that? You're already getting bored
And you mock my story with just three words

"Woe is me"
"Woe is me" you say, so
Whoa, slow down
You don't know how real my demons are

You try to write me off as "being too intense"
It's very clear to me that you don't think I'm making sense
And with a lack of rhyme or reason comes a lack of empathy
I know you're not me, you won't see what I see

But I can't tell you how I'm feeling in a way you'd understand
No, I can't find the phrasing to convey the task at hand
But even if I had the chance I don't think I would wanna
Try to tell the honest truth and be accused of melodrama again

"Woe is me"
"Woe is me" you say, so
Whoa, slow down
You don't know how real my demons are

"Woe is me"
"Woe is me" You say, so
Whoa, slow down
You don't know how real my demons are

Whoa
Whoa
Whoa, slow down
You don't know how real my demons are