I ought to take the time to analyze my mental state
I really ought to try to calm myself down
But apathy that shields an underlying caring
Is the perfect combination for disaster

I ought to take the time to make a few more friends
I'm told they really are the most desired objects
I fancy that at times I'm surrounded by the possibility
Of people who might be my friends if I gave them the chance

I'm mocked and laughed at and I take it with a smile
But when I'm low and lonely I loathe it terribly
And I lock away the faces of the nasty little brats
Who will feel the wrath of my self-torment