Truth be told I'm a fucked up kid
I've got no reason to care and no purpose to live
Pressure to succeed clouding my vision
Rewriting my whole story, change decisions with revisions
What's the point in trying hard when fucking nothing ever goes my way?
Honestly, I'm tired of the same old shit
Breaking my back to try and get a fix
Crawling through this world constantly scared
Truth be told I don't fucking care
Snap my fucking spine and call it a day
Can't handle the pressure, I'll fucking break
Issues crawling through my mind like a fucking snake
Depression is a sickness that I can't shake
Depression is a sickness that I can't fake but who cares?