Verse 1 When I see your picture my heart grows a fissure. I guess that I get this way. I need a rooftop to look from or jump off. I guess that I get this way. Chorus What’s the problem dear? Are you feeling unloved? That's what I was most afraid of. Verse 2 Well I need a fresh arm I can cut up or slice off. I guess that I get this way. My scars are crooked, my scars turn blue. I guess that I get this way. Chorus.