I'm the only girl alive in l.a. county

I'm the only one who sees

I wake up every day in some new kind of suffering

I've never known a day of peace

I wonder if I ever left behind my body

Do you think they'd laugh at how I died?

Or take a photo of my family in the lobby?

The ceremony's small in size

'cause I don't know if I could sell out my own funeral

At least, not at this point in time.

And if I ever try to leave behind my body

Well, at least I know it was never mine, it was never mine

It was never mine

It was never mine.

Well, I'm the only girl alive in new york city

I left my wallet on the train

Since I no longer even have a driver's license

I guess that means I have no name

And I could run away to somewhere on the west coast

And finally be a real life girl

They'll take my organs and they'll hang me from a bed post

Saying I was too soft for this world

And they'd be right because, quite frankly, to be alive, it shouldn't kill me every day

The way it does

I don't know what I did to have this this fate

I'm drenched in it

And I can't even run from what I know.

My special talent isn't writing, it's not singing

It's feeling everything that everyone alive feels every day

Feels every day

Feels every day

Feels every day.

I think I'm special 'cause I cut myself wide open

As if it's honorable to bleed

But I'm not lucky and I know I wasn't chosen

The world keeps spinning without me

I told my mother I would die by twenty-seven

And in a way, I sorta did.

This thing I love has grown demanding and obsessive

And it wants more than I can give, than I can give

Than I can give

Than I can give.

Well, I'm the only girl alive in l.a. county

I've never known a day of peace

I wake up every day and wish that I was different

I look around and it's just me.

It's just me, it's just me.

I'm the only one, the only one is me.