She is always frowning

She is always crying

She doesn't know where she belongs

What's wrong, what's wrong now?

Too many, too many problems

She isn't aware of the insecurity she's facing

She wants to go home, but nobody's there

That's where she will lie, broken inside

All the thoughts lead to you

All that was never expressed to you

Left out from direct input

What's wrong, what's wrong now?

Too many, too many problems

And nobody knows

I can't handle this confusion

I'm unable

I want to go home

Where I am broken and I'll hide

Take me away

I can't stand the way this place is

Take me away to higher places

She wishes it could only hurt once

But that wish is not her ally

What's wrong, what's wrong now?

Too many, too many problems

The blade's too dull

It won't slice through to rubies

Longing to be a bleeder

I can't face reality; it's too cruel

What's wrong, what's wrong now?

Too many, too many prolems

Nobody understands what I have experienced

They can't help a crumpled, flawed piece of paper

I can' tell them either

I believe I trust them, then it happens just like before

I end up being left behind, betrayed

Can't afford to keep repeatedly rebuilding my heart

Especially  on thin trust

What's wrong, what's wrong now?

Too many, too many problems

I can't find the gun

I planned to have carved his name

To display he would have been the last thing that went through my head

I know what I would have been giving up

Aware that I'd never sneak a kiss upon his lips

Relax and sleep in his embrace

To hold his strong hand, to be interwined

I love you, but I hate myself more

Sorry you would find out after it all

I've made the same mistakes everyday

I can't runaway

What's wrong, what's wrong now?

Too many, too many problems

I don't want to be "woe-is-me"

I long to be happy

But my heart, soul, and philosophies are tainted

She's lost in time

Losing her mind

Cannot find what I left behind

No place to hide, to dry my eyes

I'm falling again

I'm strewn all over the place

What's wrong, what's wrong now?

Too many, too many problems

I don't know why I hide it

Subconsciously, I assume, I want them to know

Not a pathetic weep over a stupid subject

But a strong wise talk to expose what has made me

What's wrong, what's wrong now?

Too many, too many problems

I want to confess everything out loud

But no one is listening

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