Although I'm freaking out about all this,
I don't have a home that I could miss,
Since I long for a place that doesn't exist;
I hate my job and I'm tired of school,
I'm sick of my house and my own gene pool.
I'm not so hot and I'm sure not cool.

And now I'm losing my mind
'Cause I can't seem to find
The "kind" within mankind.
I'm a mess without finesse.
Well, I can't take the stress.
I try but don't see the progress.
Don't let me be hopeless.