Please don't think that I hate you When I don’t want to see you I just don't want you to see me I've been hiding in dark rooms Going to bed early Self diagnosing on WebMD I used to feel so pretty Now I’ve got a complex Is it supposed feel lucky When they say I'm just a headcase? My days pass in a bright blur While my mind is elsewhere I'm obsessing over who I could be If the fog would be lifting For some relief from this sickness That beats me into submission Anytime I'm happy