Stuffing myself with pills
This isn't the life I expected to have
Everyone seems to ignore me
Everything seems to be too much
Hidden feelings suffocate me
I don't think you understand me
Try to find the flaws in the cracks of my soul

The world outside seems so happy
But my soul is confined to this room
A life of waste
A life lost in the darkness of my room
No, bitch, I'm not in the mood for socializing
Stupid bitch, this is more than a bad day
One pill doesn't work
Two, three, four and now I'm floating
But in the end it won't help me
Five, six, seven, eight, maybe it'll make me dream of demons
I tried to be nice and in the end I'm always the villain
No, bitch, this is more than a bad day