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?
Everything's a blur since you left me.