I'm cold when sad.
The pain runs through deep.
Standing in the rain, 
It drowns me in my sleep.
I could feel my heart, 
When it's blackening.
So to the point, 
I talk to God.
There is something wrong with me.
There is something wrong with me! 
There's something wrong with me! 
Those empty days, 
I cut myself, 
And it only turned me on.
I'm drinking faint, 
It traps me in, 
And I'm dreaming ecstasy.
And to ask the world, 
Show me love, 
It only makes me sick.
So to the point, 
I talk to God.
There's just something wrong with me.
There is something wrong with me! 
Was there something wrong with me! 
So fix this stain, 
That clamps my soul, 
I'm losing some control.
You fix me up, 
From this world, 
When there's something wrong with me.
And I cry to the world, 
Don't hate me, 
I only need a fix.
At this point you knew, that, 
There was something wrong with me.
So at this point, I talk to God... 
To hear God's voice, to say I need no fix.