o patrzcie, słaby wiesz z wakacji po angielsku, bo czemu nie, hm

***

understand, that you're all alone.
in that mess in your head
in all that mess in your home
with your head in your hands
and no one to love
(at least there's no one to hurt you anymore)

and your imaginary friend
you've talked to him for days
you've painted the walls
hoping something will change
and cut your hair to fit in better
or maybe get the uniqueness back
but that doesn't matter now
they hate it this way
well, anyway
what'd you expect?