Maybe I can't tell you what's bugging me, Maybe I can't describe it,

Maybe I'm bad with words and can't tell you,

Maybe you just have to wait and see.

Was up 'til two last night--

Certainly, I was tired way before then,

but that doesn't matter when emotions overtake,

running through you like an electric current--

curling you in on yourself, until there's no more curling to do.

Maybe I want help,

Maybe I'm begging for it...

Maybe they're silent cries,

Maybe I'm ashamed.

No amount of physical pain anyone causes me

Could amount to this,

And I can't even tell you what's wrong,

I don't know myself.