I try so hard to exist.
Feel like cutting my wrist.
try so hard to matter 
Not that it matters.

I know that it seems 
Like I'm from some emo scene.
Like I'm facing teen angst 
Eventhough I'm peaking eighteen

but it couldn't be 
the immature thoughts in my head.
Cause how could voices 
leave you in such a bad state. 

Some call me Fake.
Some call me nasty.
Some call me Bitch.
I prefer Nasty.

My life is like the mean girls 
that they show on tv.
Extraterrestrial Drama
That they made up around me.

I really have no time 
for this kind of childish games.
Get out of my way 
SO my fame can be claimed.