should've taken a message and a bottle

thrown it out to sea 

how honestly I would've loved

rocks and shards at my feet  

salt and water dripping down

bleeding ink but not a sound

should've grown up a little 

realized they tell the truth here 

when they say dirty they mean dirt 

sick of truth when the truth is sick

yes, I'm young

leave me be 

don't want your games and foolery 

be an idiot if you must 

but don't tempt me 

is it my fault you think this way? 

what to do? 

everything is wrong

I never get it right

I don't want to need you so I go away to be alone 

if I go away to be alone

I am found searching

such a contradiction 

this heart of mine 

so unpredictable 

so untrustworthy 

so terribly wrong 

forgive me, Lord

this is what I am without you 

I am dirty too