They say they saw him with a gun
They think he′ll stop but they don't know
There′s people talking in the darkThey seem to care
And I keep falling in and out
And it leaves me rotten
But I doubt he's had enough
Had enough, had enough
Feels like I'm standing on the outside
Looking in
And I know this body′s not mine
To begin with
I wish that I could crawl out
My skin
And see the world
And I promise this is the last time
I admit it
These days just seem to pass by
In a minute
A pistol and a small town
We′ve seen it all before
And I just wish I could go outside
Without this fear of harm
And I should probably see a counselor
Cause I don't feel too well
And why am I always the bad guy
When I′m just trying to help
This body means nothing to me
At all
