I can't find answers to my problems
Not a single therapist can solve 'em
I don't like to talk about my problems
I just like to make songs about 'em
Sitting on the floor with a razor
On the internet with some haters
Playing music loud, fuck the neighbors
Serving up my time like a waiter
I try to make some friends and I'm trying to pretend
That I'm just another man, I am not some weird ass kid
That's not like the other kids, I just want to be myself
I just want to be myself and not face a consequence
I don't care how you make fun, it'll still hurt my feelings
You just crack your silly jokes, never cared how I'm feeling
Yeah, karma is a bitch, kiss my ass, I'm succeeding
You still stuck with basic friends that like football and eating
I better up my life, I try it and I try
But I lie awake at night and I cry, I cry
It's natural for me and I can't fucking stop
But underneath those tears, is a-a one eyed cyclops, okay?
I-I don't remember writing this, I really don't
I've been lonely for some time
Sometimes I'll break down and I'll cry
And afterwards I look up
To the sky and just ask, "Why?"
Why do I gotta be like this?
Why is this small world so cold?
And why the fuck do I exist? Oh