They want to lock me away,
Somewhere white-tiled with glaring lights,
So that I won't scar their reputation,
Tarnish their perfection,
I'll save them some time,
Lock myself away,
In a coffin,
There is only one way they'll confine me,
They won't take me alive,
So I'LL take me dead,
I don't like this medication,
Chasing away the voices in my head,
You'll be free of the burden of a girl who's lost her mind,
I can hear your joyous cries,
"The girl is dead! The girl is dead!"
Reside in morgue, coffin, hell.