I'm the kind the kind of person I meet at certain dismal dull affairs. Center of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs.
Well, it seems to you that I have seen too much in too few years. And though I've tried, I just can't hide, my eyes are edged with tears.

I better stop. Look around. Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes...
Here comes my nine-teenth nervous breakdown.

When I was a child, I was treated kind, but I was never brought up right. I was always spoiled with a thousand toys, but still, I cried all night. My mother who neglected me
owes a million dollars tax. And my father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax.

I better stop, look around. Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes...
Here comes my nine-teenth nervous breakdown.

Who is to blame? I'm just insane. Well, nothing you do don't seem to work. It only seems to make matters worse. Oh, please.

I was still in school when I had that fool who really messed my mind. And after that, I turned my back on treating people kind. On our first trip, you tried so hard to rearrange my mind. But after while, you realized I was disarranging yours.

I better stop, look around. Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes...
Here comes my nine-teenth nervous breakdown.

Here comes my nine-teenth nervous breakdown.
Here comes my nine-teenth nervous breakdown.