I hate my mind and I'm stuck here in it
And I don't know what I'll do but I'll probably quit
Cuz everything that I love I turn into shit
And that makes me sad and I'm not really mad
I just dont understand why I am who I am
And why I don't do evrything that I can
To make myself better and be a good friend
Stuck here in nothing thats my own fault and preference
Being alone is nice and depressing
But really I'm sad cuz I know I'm the best of the worst
Knowing what I am makes me sad and just really hurts