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