Therapy Session

What's the point of explaining
When all I get is you're ****** in the head
I feel like a caged animal forced to write **** by my own hands
I'm an ******* and no one seems to believe expect those who listen, and take me seriously when I say I ******* hate the world  
Well allow me to play the role
Of deacon blues
Because you need to vent
As I do
There's a hole in my head
The size of San Andreas
I know I'm not at fault
But I can't help but to take it to heart
A lost cause taking steps to my hearse
With each blow to my ego
Heck even my friends think I'm about to explode
A self-centered freak with my heart on a sleeve
I'm my own disease
I've been my worst enemy
I've fought myself for years
But I am better, I hope you see
I'm here for you death,
Just follow me
Knock knock
You there?
Of course not, you left
So I'm calling it quits
**** what you said, I know what I heard
I'm to far gone even the angels refuse to save me
Tonight I'm throwing lady off the cliff