
I’m convinced that my friends can read my mind
I get distracted a lot I think they’re mocking all my thoughts
I’m convinced that I can talk to god and it says
That I will never been anything more than a stain on it’s plate
Take me on that ride
I used to be so careless with my life
Maybe that is why I try so hard
To fall asleep at night
I’m convinced that my public image is only getting worse
I think the only reason people listen is to feel bad for someone
I suppose I’m not doing a good job throwing that off
I hide away from the world for a second and world decides it’s taking off
I don’t want to die
But i’m paranoid that someone wants my life
Maybe that is why I try so hard
To be so damn uptight
You’re goddamn right, i’m schizoaffective
I’ve never been effective at anything else
I hate the sunlight i’m staying inside
Never talking bout my mental health
It’s all staying shut in, i’m feeling it leaking
You whisper that I might as well
But i’m staying silent, I don’t want violence
Never talking bout my mental health