I've got a bit of a death wish
Started back when I was eight years old
You can call it selfish
But it's how my story will be told
My story will be told
Always on the verge of an existential crisis
Will I ever learn just what the meaning of life is?
Always in the wrong place at the wrong time
If I run, there's nowhere I can hide
I've got a bit of a death wish
Started back when I was eight years old
You can call it selfish
But it's how my story will be told
I was out of control
Spiraled down a dark and empty hole
When I lost my soul
But it's how my story will be told
My story will be told
Every other day just going through the motions
Feeling somewhat lost, lacking any real devotion
Searching for a lifeline to make up my mind
But the truth is something I can't find
I've got a bit of a death wish
Started back when I was eight years old
You can call it selfish
But it's how my story will be told
I was out of control
Spiraled down a dark and empty hole
When I lost my soul
But it's how my story will be told
My story will be told
It's okay to get help
It's okay to get better
It's okay to talk about your problems
And not blame it on the weather
It's okay to get help
It's okay to get better
It's okay to talk about your problems
And not blame it on the weather
If you wanna get help
If you wanna get better
Then you've got to talk about your problems
And not blame it on the weather
I had a bit of a death wish
Started back when I was eight years old
You can call it selfish
But it's how my story will be told
I was out of control
Spiraled down a dark and empty hole
When I lost my soul
But it's how my story will be told
My story will be told