I’m never happy with what I've got Nothing seems to fill that empty spot Can't see the light, only the dark That's why I am a killer and I have no heart I am burnt out, I have no motivation I don't like to wake up Always angry, always depressed Always tired, always stressed Always down, always sad Always confused, always mad Sick of working, sick of drinking Sick of eating, sick of fighting Sick of smoking, sick of fucking Sick of sleeping, sick of killing Always in pain, everyday's the same I just wanna die, I am sick of this game Life is a joke but it's not funny Tired of working to earn a little money It's hard to pretend that I care When I have so little love to spare I hate people and all their drama That is why I killed your momma Fucking crazy, fucking insane Somethings wrong with my brain Sometimes social, sometimes not Social anxiety is what I've got Fucking crazy, fucking insane Somethings wrong with my brain Sometimes social, sometimes not Social anxiety is what I've got I wanna die, feel no more misery I wanna die, feel no more pain I wanna die, cause no more misery I wanna die, cause no more pain Free from the world I will be free from my mind I will be free from peoples shit I will be free from all of mine Free from the world I will be free from my mind I will be free from peoples shit I will be free from all of mine I wanna die, feel no more misery I wanna die, feel no more pain I wanna die, cause no more misery I wanna die, cause no more pain Free from the world I will be free from my mind I will be free from peoples shit I will be free from all of mine Free from the world I will be free from my mind I will be free from peoples shit I will be free from all of mine Fucking crazy, fucking insane Somethings wrong with my brain Sometimes social, sometimes not Social anxiety is what I've got Fucking crazy, fucking insane Somethings wrong with my brain Sometimes social, sometimes not Social anxiety is what I've got Always angry, always depressed Always tired, always stressed Always down, always sad Always confused, always mad Sick of working, sick of drinking Sick of eating, sick of fighting Sick of smoking, sick of fucking Sick of sleeping, sick of killing Always in pain, everyday's the same I just wanna die, I am sick of this game Life is a joke but it's not funny Tired of working to earn a little money It's hard to pretend that I care When I have so little love to spare I hate people and all their drama That is why I killed your momma Fucking crazy, fucking insane Somethings wrong with my brain Sometimes social, sometimes not Social anxiety is what I've got Fucking crazy, fucking insane Somethings wrong with my brain Sometimes social, sometimes not Social anxiety is what I've got
