Mama says I'm not good at anything
 Keep my mouth shut, say nothing
 Not venting my thoughts, just sit and waste
 like a living ghost, cause I feel misplaced

 I want my dream
 but it feels so far away
 I want to be on the cover of magazines
 I want to be on MTV or have my own reality

 I wish they would break down the walls to get to me
 Isn't this so [bad word] insane?
 The world behind the box is taking over my brain

 Mama says I'm not good at anything
 I stare at emptiness and say nothing
 Don't open my mouth, just sit and waste
 Like a living ghost, cause I feel misplaced

 I hate seeing all this [bad word] 
 but at the same time I want to be a part of it
 "Suicide!" Repeats itself in my mind

 I wish they would break down the walls to get to me
 Isn't this so [bad word] insane?
 The world behind the box is taking over my brain