Sum 41!

I'm not quite myself these days
Guess we all come undone,
time to time in different ways, as well
I have myself to blame,
guess I don''t understand,
I need help in many ways.
(...)

Tear me open, I Believe;
God will set you up to bleed.
And no one can decieve
What is meant to be and,
'Bloody Murder' we will scream.
God will set you up to, tear me open
These days are strange, it's true.
There's not a thing that I would change,
No mistakes that I'd undo.