Every day, I break down Whether from stress or sound It depends on who’s around Who’s there to guide me When I can’t get out Every day I break down Mourning what could have been I don’t mean lost relationships I mean my lost marbles I just want to heal Every day I break down The same old wounds reopening I’m always over or undereating Seeing faces in the walls, Or shadows in the halls Every day a break down Ever a battle of strength Fighting urges to remove fingers Little voice calling to me Little voice calling to burn Every day a break down My mother says I’m fine Dad thinks I’m a genius Brother thinks I’m a badass But I know I’m broken