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
Always been the one you don't have to micromanage

I want to run away
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