Things change for the worst in the time of a blink.
If I was 21, I'd find my answers in a drink.
I have it made, or so everyone thinks.
No one can ever tell when someone's on the brink.

My head is heavy and my throat is dry
My nose is red and there's a tear in my eye
I'm fetal positioned, poised to die
This is what happens when I'm hurting inside.

What happens for you when you're hurting inside?
Does it feel as though you're aching to just feel alive?
Do you go out for drives? Thinking of a love that once thrived
Now it's just barely holding on to survive.

I'm tired of being the bad guy
And tired of having to ask why.
You always reply that things are awry
Won't you just tell when you're hurting inside?
You bury your problems while they're still alive.

My head feels so heavy and my throat is so dry
My nose is all red and there are tears in my eyes
I'm fetal positioned, poised and ready to die.
This is what happens when you hurt me inside.