Faces, places Every day just feels the same I wake up, make up I'm forgetting my own name I'm not made for this life Not made for this life And this life's not for me, oh baby I never wanna point a finger I only wanna pull the trigger I gotta stop myself from being drastic It's just that sometimes my life feels so plastic I wish I could make sense of it But that involves too much feeling Does anybody out there feel the way I do? I hope that you're okay, I'm worried about you And I wish that I could just pretend That all good things aren't meant to end Does anybody out there know that I am scared? And if I let them know, do you think they would care?