I'm a nice filler for a party that needs some bodies I know my place, this is just a stepping stone, my face I know what I am to you: nothing at all, nothing at all 24 years old, I'm still afraid of the telephone Don't know how to make friends or not live on the internet Haven't been to a doctor in over twelve months now And I wish I knew how to take care of myself I really need someone in my life To care about the fact that I Don't know how to survive When left to my own devices I am lacking in the skills that are necessary To maintain any sense of restraint From the urge to use my body as a punching bag for my brain The only consistent thing In my life has been everyone leaving I've tried so hard, I have changed so much I've evolved so many times But no one's been around to witness it Except for me and my conscience I guess it's fine that I'm alone I'm just comforted by the fact That it's enabled me to grow