I'm in a downward spiral baby, are you enjoying the breeze?
Is it cooling your brow while I'm down on my knees?

I can't help that I'm not stable, I was born that way
I'm always thrown between extremes, No matter what I say.

All I want to be when I grow up, all I want is to be Happy.
I can't wish for anything more when we're all pure catastrophe.

All around; Heartache, heartbreak, disaster, rejection,
And yet my "superiors" tell me to achieve perfection.

Like a little robot, I do what they say.
Panic and shame and hurt happened when I failed today.

Can't I hope for happy? Can't I wish for safe?
Or does that only happen when one is in their grave?