Bruises

I've spent 22 years of my life Trying not to freak out, trying not to be needy I go through six different moods at a time I'm happy, then losing my mind Go transition to crazy It's not fair, I've got acetone for veins I'm so sensitive, just one touch and I feel pain All my friends make sweet fun of me I guess it's funny, but the truth's I bruise easily And sure I'm down to be the joke, metaphorically though You could flip me inside out and they would show Black, purple, and green, yeah, I bruise easily I've spent 365 days, and 52 weeks in my brain Going over the same thing, that girl said, "When we were in fourth grade" I take everything personally I've always hated that about me I've tried to be cool and chill but It's not fair, I've got acetone for veins I'm so sensitive, just one touch and I feel pain All my friends make sweet fun of me I guess it's funny, but the truth's I bruise easily And sure I'm down to be the joke, metaphorically though You could flip me inside out and they would show Black, purple, and green, yeah, I bruise easily (I bruise, I bruise easily) (Black, purple, and green, green, help me, I) (I bruise, I bruise easily) (Please, don't fucking swing, it hurts me) All my friends make sweet fun of me But the truth's I bruise easily Sure, I'm down to be the joke, metaphorically though You could flip me inside out and they would show Black, purple, and green, yeah, I bruise easily