You would think by now I would have known better
And I do, but it doesn’t even matter
*** even if I know I can’t do anything about it
I keep doing self-harming things afraid to admit
I am sick, just another lunatic
I need some help but I am afraid to ask
I wish life would cut me some slack

But it won’t life is a *****
Life would slit your throat and throw you into a ditch
That’s not something special against me
Other people are just better at being carefree

I worry about everything so much, I became thick-skinned
To the point where I just ignore my self-harm, I might as well be skinned
And I wanna give up, I wanna get better but I don’t know-how
Maybe it’s time to take the last bow
Or maybe I should try another vow
But I took so many I don’t even remember, you reap what you sow
My own brain can’t even take itself seriously anymore

How do I continue living when I have zero on the scoreboard
I am twenty-two, and I am already behind by a hundred points
If I manage to pull through
It would be the greatest underdog story that god ever drew

Oh don’t let me get started on god
I have enough problems to write about without playing that card
I think I am just done
I can’t even win a one on one against no one

But I still got time on the clock
Lucky for me I hate to give up
And I won’t let people mock
Mock the guy who was the runner up
When the winner was no one