I have nowhere to go and nowhere to hide.

I don't know what I need to stop this feeling inside.

I run up the stairs and walk back down.

My prince charming is as fake as his crown.

My breath is short and the room is in spin,

the world is as insipid as the people within.

"leave a message and I'll call you back"

all of "friendships" have begun to crack.

So leave me here lying still,

I've already swallowed every last pill,

Goodbye, adios, bonjour and farwell,

I'm already headed for the next hell.