I used to trip down the street
With nothing in my head
Asking myself questions
I never knew the answer to
Over again and under
Nothing has ever made sense
So why should it now?

Why do I care?
What the **** right does insecurity have over me and my life?
What purpose does it serve?
Why does it want me in a hole?
Why won't it realize that it's not welcome here?
And why can't I have a days peace without these nagging thoughts?

I like to get drunk
Probably a little more than the average person
And it's all because of these things
These things, these thoughts, these horrors
That take me to their pit
Introduce me to their leader
Bleeding black and spitting acid in my face
I'm burned now
And have been, time and time again

I think it's time this stops
I seriously need to rid myself if this ****
This living Hell
I need to take a stand
Get the **** up and scream or something
Let it all out
And live everyday like I'm a drunk *******
Saying whatever, whenever and to whoever I want

Yeah, that'd be the life.