He asked, "Is that a mask you're wearing?
Cause I just can't quite see you"
But they read me like a book on the clipboard
And drown me in pretty blue
He said, "Look at the bright side," so I stare at the sun
While they talk about love and suicide and drugs
The pieces taped together, they ask me to think
I'm too busy staring at the ceiling
He said, "It's gonna be hard to leave this place
Cause you don't know numbers and you don't know names"
I don't mind, I'm out of my mind
And I'm scared of the things they might find
No use crying over it
But I'm still crying over it
Cause I wanna be bright, I wanna be bright
I wanna be bright, I wanna be bright
They hand me the paper, and 'X' marks the spot
Of when I gave in and when I stayed and fought
They tell me their stories and I tell them mine
And I just can't do this for the rest of my life
He said, "I wish we hadn't met this way
But I don't wanna see your face
After you walk out that door, don't turn back
Become something different, something more"
No use crying over it
But I'm still crying over it
Cause I wanna be bright, I wanna be bright
I wanna be bright, I wanna be bright