God
some days
god
what is wrong with me
and wouldn't your mother be proud
and is it so hard to be mildly happy
or at least somewhat neutral feeling
the thought of being around friends
or acquaintances
really sounds undesirable
and I know I would not want to talk or smile
and because of that I would make a bad impression
or maybe hurt someone's feelings
and I feel like a child
the one who was called moody
and was such a bother
you think a simple answer
wouldn't be an ordeal
and it smells like fucking burning rubber in here
and yeah why not feed into everything bad I feel
I can't lay in bed anymore watching Futurama
and I can't even have a beer with this stupid medicine
seriously is something burning
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