Yesterday my friend
Showed me this sound
To wright song about
Something nice, maybe summer...
I said I would be glad to
I said I would try
But there's no other thought in my head
I can't pretend...

I'm not happy
I am messed
All these [bad word] days
I'm feeling depressed 

I'm sick [bad word] 
I'm tired of playing I'm a bad baby
I have some harmful habits
My soul's just sweet and young and reckless

There is a fire
In my soul
That leads to the core
And if all stars are faded
I'm sure it will light up my way
Within shades of grey
Forget those by whom you've been hated

I'm not happy
I am messed
All these [bad word] days
I'm feeling depressed 

I'm sick [bad word] 
I'm tired of playing I'm a bad baby
I have some harmful habits
My soul's just sweet and young and reckless