I get thrown out of bed To the statement that I stink. A reliable sentament. A testament to the way I think.
I don't wanna leave the house. I don't wanna make new friends. I don't have ambition, Just a means to an end.
I don't want you to critisize me, I already hate myself. There is nothing more that I can lose, Other than my health.
I don't wanna make money And I'm failing my degree. I don't wanna fix myself But I question why I'm unhappy
Can't you see I'm terrorfied. I havn't got a clue what I'm doing with my life. I want to be something good, I want to do something right, But how can I live when I can barely survive?
