Hello my name is Danny.
I'm not doing so swell.
I've walked thousands of miles.
But, I just found hell.
I'm lost in my fantasies.
Struggling to feel like I'm living.
Dead.
That's how it really feels.
How do I deal?
That's great question.
I'm not sure how I haven't smashed my head in.
I'm letting my insecurities make a fool of me.
I mean, what could you really see?
I'm an empty shell.
I was on my way up.
I fell.
Couldn't you tell?
Me either.
Like I said, I just found hell.

My phone just rang.
Every vibration, felt like an invasion.
I could really use a vacation.
For now my bed will just have to do.
I have a ball and chain.
It carries my shame.
A cloud that always brings rain.
With that comes the pain.
It becomes so overbearing.
Left numb and depressed.
I obsess.  
This is no longer just a test.
Take a shackle of the chain.
Boy, you must be insane.
You know she's gonna call you back up.
Tell you how bad you ****** up.
You're really starting to push you luck.
At this point, I would rather get hit by a truck.