I'm getting better at what I do I've got no space in my room for you Some days are better than others And this week hasn't been so great You'll find that everything's fine I'm getting out I'm going home In the future I will hate this version of myself Stumbling down the hallway Aware of everyone else Let's do this again sometime I'm getting out I'm going home I'll still believe I'm on my own Take twenty minutes while on your break To write me back, like yesterday I still remember a year ago I buried things so deep below When this began, I tied a knot It's tangled now, 'cause I forgot I will forever hold my peace But maybe I'll break when they ask me to speak up Sometimes the people you care about will hurt you And you don't know how To go about getting them to stop The voice inside your head is a lot to handle