Sitting face to face with all the wreckage With no perspective I just don't get it Pulling limb from limb, feeling dissected I'm on the fence of feeling calm and collected Another lie keeps running through my brain I can change, I can change, I can change I just can't figure out what's wrong with me I just don't want to be a wannabe Spending all my time self-diagnosing While decomposing, usefully useless Circumstances are holding me hostage I wake up exhausted, at this point I've lost it Another lie keeps running through my brain I can change, I can change, I can change I can change, I can change I just can't figure out what's wrong with me I just don't want to be a wannabe There's nothing left to talk about I'd rather you just block it out Living with the paranoia Can't control the void I'm doing alright I'm doing alright I'm still living with the paranoia Can't control the void I'm doing alright Another lie keeps running through my brain I can change, I can change, I can change I just can't figure out what's wrong with me I just don't want to be a wannabe A wannabe I just don't want to be a wannabe