Growing Pains

Dead, I'm wrong My place is gone Pick up the phone No one home Not a kid Not yet grown A crazy mess No place called home There's a world Inside my brain I cannot relate my pain You are a selfish stain A whining leach A blood soaked drain Hating me Breaking me Erasing me Faking me Draining me Wasting me Creating me Staining me Dead, I'm wrong My place is gone Pick up the phone No one home Not a kid Not yet grown A crazy mess No place called home There's a world Inside my brain I cannot relate my pain You are a selfish stain A whining leach A blood soaked drain Dead, I'm wrong My place is gone Pick up the phone No one home Not a kid Not yet grown A crazy mess No place called home There's a world Inside my brain I cannot relate my pain You are a selfish stain A whining leach A blood soaked drain