You maybe depressed
But if you're not good looking
Drop your hope and move on
Seems the world stopped thinking
Talents no reserve
But that's none of your concern
Grab a pen, start writing
The truth is it strikes like lightening
I just sit around
Until my thoughts get too loud
I'm no psychopath
But it all just makes me mad
Who's insane? No you're insane
What a wonderful life
What it takes from you
And what it does to you
And what it f*cking feels like
I think you forgot
Everything I am I'm not
What would work out
Nothing in me checks on out
Your demon says
"Where the f*ck is your doubt?
Where the f*ck is your doubt?
Where the f*ck is your doubt?"