It takes spouting wth anger, slashing with blood, waiting until my music is so oud I scream with you. Voices are loud today and, I guess I'm just missing ou...And waiting, I can't tell you what this mean's It's not like you know, It's not like problem's, I'm so full I have nothing. Math and blood run toether and I haveto get fresh paper..It's more like I'm waiting and can;t tell. Let me fall and break, tape me up, staple me, plaster me, start again. Letthis wash you and feel all the grime the mirror can't laugh, if it's not in the mirror can't we be confused? But second's pass and I find Laura and Roman are going to Homecoming, and you've outgrown me all.