Orange Soda

Yeah

I don't know where I am anymore

Waking' up on the bathroom floor is standard now for me

It's such a bore

My phone is dead, don't try to call

Thoughts in my head build up a wall

You'll never get through to me, I'm uninstalled

But it's ok

I'll make it through

Without your help

I always do

I don't know who I am anymore

Faking a smile feels like a chore

So I'd rather do it alone behind closed doors

It's just my way

Hope you're not confused

Or you're hurt, or mad, or feeling used

I just need some space to hide away

Until I'm ok

I'll make it through

Without your help

I always do

And when I wake

I'll start anew

Give me some time

I'll get back to you