(Spoken) This is the story I wrote when my teeth were weak from too much sugar Like they might fall out Like I might lose my mind Sad in the color white and as innocent as balancing sanity on my knees I read the rules before I broke them Then I kissed the prom queen and burned the high school down Cause I hated my yearbook picture Because I hated my yearbook picture Because I hated my yearbook picture It was a new type of happy I wore black just so that everybody would know That I'm still grieving the person I used to be I wore black just so that everybody would know That I'm still grieving the person I used to be I wore black just so that everybody would know That I'm still grieving the person I used to be