stuff in my head

what's beautiful about all of this is i don't have to apologize, and i don't have to be nervous about anything i say here, this whole deal is mostly just me changing the geography of my thoughts from inside my head to out, here goes nothin...

i can't solve anything and i don't know the answer
to the problems everyone is solving faster than i
can, so i just sit here talkin to my...talkin to myself
my mind is full of stuff and i am talkin to myself,
sleepin dreamin eyes wide open, chattin with myself

all the pretty girls think of me as someone they don't
want to be, but i'll just stare, say i don't care, and
cry into myself, im folded up and and segregated,
seperated into parts, the little girl, the dreamer, and
the suicidal bitch, and no i don't fit in cuz i talk to
myself, and o my mamma thinks im krazy cuz i talk to
my head sometimes i talk, talk to myself