Sometimes I feel like My forehead has a sign A sort of yellow tag Says, punch me I'm your bag I'm so bruised And confused Excuse me if I seem Unlike a sunshine's beam I'm not doing well I'm sure that you can tell That I hurt It's the worst Hold out your hand But I can't Seem to reach The sea pulls me one way The wind, the other I can't breathe You tell me, be better But I think that's better Left unsaid Sometimes I feel like I would rather Be left dead Excuse me if I seem Unlike a sunshine's beam I'm not doing well I'm sure that you can tell That I hurt It's the worst Hold out your hand But I can't Seem to reach The sea pulls me one way The wind, the other I can't breathe You tell me, be better But I think that's better Left unsaid Sometimes I feel like I would rather Be left dead