Let's talk about depression
And genetic resemblances

I get my unflattering resemblance from my father,
My mental illnesses from my mother
My addictions?
Well they course through both sides

I'm not on the verge of paranoia anymore
Or maybe it's just like,
If you want to **** me
Go for it
I feel completely dead and alone
And you might think it's narcissistic but
I know very few would attend my funeral

I had this strange behaver
I used to tell people all these sweet things,
And I meant them because
I wanted people to feel good for themselves
But I also just wanted people to grow feelings for me

To prove there was something
Worth seeing in me

And the absolute tragic thing is?
I know someone would hold my hands
While they shake
They won't second guess why
I can't look at their face

But I just have this nagging feeling
That they will disappear because
They won't see anything worthwhile in me
Like every boy has before