My language is foul and nasty
Someone who lost out by lack of proxy
My expressions are bipolar
At most times I wish I was happy

You don't know what's inside of my head
I might as well be dead
There's too many feelings inside of this body I was cursed to live in

I'm screaming I'm crying
I'm  begging I'm dying
For now I'll just go home and spend my time buyin

The thing that makes me so high I won't end up whinin'
My super happy fun time dream in the sky