Nails

I bite my nails too much I worry 'bout the air around me I write notes to myself And leave them stuck 'til they turn yellow Sometimes you think I like to suffer I'm no martyr Sometimes you think I will explode If you didn't know me better I rearrange my room I think the change can make me happy But, still, I fill my head With catastrophes that never happened Sometimes you think I like to suffer I'm no martyr Sometimes you think I will explode If you didn't know me better I spend too much of my free time On nagging questions, cluttering I feel too much What should I do? What's not expected of me? I bite my nails too much I worry 'bout the air around me And I send apologies When, really, they should send them to me And sometimes you think I like to suffer But I'm no martyr Sometimes you think I will explode If you didn't know me better If you didn't know me better Know me better