I try to act real nice and give good advice
To new people
Turns out that I'm too shy to even say hi
I'm so damn feeble
So, I overcompensate by acting like I hate
The whole world
I'm really not that mean, I'm insecure your see
I'm a damaged girl

Why must I wear my mind on my sleeve?
I cry all the time and I bruise like a peach
I guess you're just gonna have to find a way to get over it

I'm so moody, so much moves me
That I act crazy
I'll smile then I'll pout, I'll whisper then I'll shout
My emotions are a bit hazy
I hate these stupid scars that I put on my arms
Accidentally on purpose
I could talk to you in length about my teenage angst
But I think that would be worthless

Why must I wear my mind on my sleeve?
I cry all the time and I bruise like a peach
I guess you're just gonna have to find a way to get over it

I forget to eat and don't get enough sleep
My mom gets mad
I don't take vitamins, that's probably a sin
But I don't feel that bad
I've been known to panic, yes, I've been called manic
But I prefer the term creative
I refuse to take meds, they're probably from the feds
Just call me jaded

Why must I wear my mind on my sleeve?
I cry all the time and I bruise like a peach
I guess you're just gonna have to find a way to get over it
I think I'm finally starting to get over it
One day, I will be over it