I’m lost in my own thoughts, my own head.

The path I’m taking– penitentiary or left for dead.

You won’t understand me, even if I lay it out clear.

Its me, Caroline, and I’m my biggest fear.

They’ve always talked so bad about my mom,

and I’m a spittin’ image of her.

All these tears, scars, and lies, are getting harder to cover.

I just want to be free, go far far away.

Not worry about anything, just live life day by day.

I’m 17 in a 30 year olds mind,

just do your own thing and leave me behind.

I’ve tried just about everything,

and no, prayers don’t work.

All the questions with no answers, they make me go bizzerk.

I get by, and get high, all alone on this earth.

So cherish the time you have with me,

for the little that its worth.

I don’t care too much, quit trying to motivate.

I’m a prisoner in my mind eating off a cold ass plate.

I just want to lock the door and never let it open.

They tell me drugs are bad, but that’s my only way of copin’.

Put me six feet under, let my head rest.

This life has always just been a game,

I’m always gonna fail the test.