Do you believe me?
I'm feeling out of control
I think my brain got the best of me
And I can't grab hold
I'm working on finding peace inside my head
Instead of the same old outlook of
Thinking I was dead
Oh I don't I have it in me
I'm stuck in a rut of a lot of things to do
And I know god hates my guts
Wait, I'm not ready to be
I'm not ready to see the darker side of me again
I can't construct the words to slide me over
The thin ice
I guess the loneliness will suffice
Oh I don't I have it in me
I'm stuck in a rut of a lot of things to do
And I know god hates my guts
Oh you're all out to get me
No one's on my side
I'm terrified that you think that I'm
Gonna hate your guts