Teenage Angst, And A Lesson In Bad Metaphors

I'm an open book with torn up pages
A ghost in a shell in human form
I'm a broken heart in "I love yous"
I'm a washed up has been

Waiting for my time to come again
Waiting for my time to come again
I'm fishing for the answers of the end
I'm fishing for the answers of the end

I'm an artist who can't express
All the feelings that make me depressed
Like a seagull searching for the ocean
I just want to be free of all situations
Aimlessly I'm looking for the cure
To my lack of motivation

I just want to be free
I just want to be free
I'm tired of the struggle of being me
I'm tired of the struggle of being me

The ending is coming I'm hoping for death
It's sweet release and my final breath
Satiate the hunger within my chest
Love or death, please make your bets
I won't call it quits no no no

Waiting for my time to come again
Waiting for my time to come again
I'm fishing for the answers of the end
I'm fishing for the answers of the end