Tomorrow's a big day, I'll wear something that makes me feel okay I look pretty, but soon my mind will fade away Now I lie here in my tears The worlds too loud for me I can't feel a thing, but everything is blinding Is help too much to ask? They say nothing's wrong, it's because I have no past I wish I was normal, wouldn't have to worry anymore Going out all day instead of crying all over the floor I wish I was well enough for things to not make my head sore I can't make a song because it don't feel the same as before Physical touch hurts me in ways that you wouldn't understand My mind says so much to me, and soon it's ruined all my plans Why can't I get help for this? The world says nothing's wrong with me But step outside, and soon you'll find that there's nothing helping