I'm angry
or am I just filled with some hum
refusing to be reduced to the disgusting *** of the past two months, I ain't finished
sit down
and stick around
like these symptoms of depression stick on all around town
& at night
I get nothing done
and I'm lying to myself if I think that's faith, ***
I'm gonna do it or at the very least try

despite All the hits I've taken I survive
yeah, I want winter to die
I'm living it up like it's the afterlife
yeah, I feel nothing and a lot of it
now so it's time to do something because

I'm alive
and when I cry
It only serves as an opportunity to remind
me of it
so Don't count me out dude shove it

I'm not angry