I live inside of my head,
I never get out of bed,
I am plaid in a sea of white,
and I never sleep at night
Life is, not a test,
life is, a pointless quest
it will end, sometime soon,
but it is, not a boon
They filled me,
with their social bs,
now I feel,
less and less
Popularity,
biggest curse,
there is,
nothing worse
Fitting in,
is only good,
when it's a sin,
and not a should
III want to live,
but I can not,
I'm alone,
trapped,
inside,
the wall
I want to kill,
with my bare hands,
but no one ever,
understands
I love nothing,
but myself,
all of you,
can love yourself
it's all full,
of national shit,
since we're made,
from a mail-order kit
They can't,
understand,
why they're losing,
all their sand
There is no past where bullshit lasts
There is no past where bullshit lasts
There is no past where bullshit lasts
There is no past where bullshit lasts