I often ask myself if I'm the one done with life / or life is just done with me / got more sadness in my heart that I just wanna numb it all in me / some say I'm emo / some say I'm crazy / I usually tell em I'm Rosemary's Baby/ both in a cradle with no one on a rocking chair / just 4 walls pitch black with me on the corner floor looking around / but no one's there / that means that I'm alone so that makes me weak / and I'm not talking 90's R&B / I feel my mind is like a building with a bunch of floors / so you don't know if on Monday I'll be on the 1st / 2nd / 3rd / or 4th knocking at your door / trying to explore the way I feel / but likely it's all in my head so **** ain't real / I'm not anti social / I'm just not the same / ever since that chemical imbalance took over my brain / so while I'm joking and cracking a joke / everything inside of me is shattering / so you can say I'm broke / maybe I'm done and got nothing else to do / maybe me being here was a mistake / but the Dr that saved me had no clue / a 50 percent chance of living as a new born that was me / maybe they should have let me go so I would've never encountered all this pain / that's deep inside of me.