It’s not my fault,
The way I am, you know?
I’ve seen some things,
They made me grow.

But grow is a lie
And mad is more true,
I wonder how I got here
I really ******* do.

Il find out one day
Of that I’m sure
But until then
I’m gonna close the door

Because if I’m honest
And I don’t stop,
Il probably blow my brains out
And I haven’t got a mop.