ACT II: The Internet Scene 2

My face is pretty punchable, at least that's what I've read
It's my own fault for reading comments, all those messages
To be honest, I'd be lying if I even said I didn't agree
Have you looked at me

I look at my inbox and I get overwhelmed
Can I turn my phone off, just be with myself
Other times I'm lonely, dying for replies
Guess I don't know how to be satisfied

I've always been so nice
Tried to do what is right
I just want you to like me
I hate that I care

I play by all the rules (all their rules)
But I always lose (it's no use)
When I get a job, I get taken for granted
I've always been the one you don't have to micro manage
(I don't know why I'm even trying)

I want to runaway
Addicted to the hate
I use humor to escape
Agree with the critics
Self deprecate

I should appreciate
My family, they're so great
Instead I'm alone in a bathroom
Phone in my hand, tears on my face

You made a friend of mine
Feel like she had to hide
But she carried on
You won't make her cry

She's stronger than me
I guess I turned out weak
Cause all I do now
Is silently agree