I can't find an answer to my problems
Not a single therapist can solve 'em
I don't like to talk about my problems
I just like to make songs about 'em
Sitting on the floor with the razor
On the internet with some haters
Playin' music loud, fuck the neighbors
Servin' up my time, like a waiter

I tried to make some friends
And I'm trying to pretend
That I'm just another man
I am not some weird ass kid
That's not like the other kids, I
Just want to be myself, Huh
I just want to be myself
And not face a consequence
I don't care how you make fun
It'll still hurt my feelings
You just crack your silly jokes
Never cared how I'm feeling
Yeah, karma is a bitch, kiss my ass
I'm succeeding
You still stuck with basic friends
That like football and eating
I better up my life, I try and I try
But I lie awake at night, and I cry, I cry
It's natural for me and
I can't fucking stop
But underneath those tears is, uh
A one eyed cyclops? Okay
I I don't remember writing this
I really don't

I've been lonely for some time
Sometimes I break down and I'll cry
And afterwards, I look up
To the sky and just ask, "Why?
Why do I gotta be like this?
Why is this small world so cold?
Why the fuck do I exist?" Oh