Paranoid, Ditzy, Whiny (and I Hate it)
Something's going on inside of me
What the hell is wrong with me?
Vocabulary consisting of crude words
Fuck this, damn that!
Why doesn't everyone just back off for once?
Why doesn't anyone hold me?
Why can't he?
He's too busy holding her
I hate me
A paranoid, ditzy, whiny bitch
Doesn't that just all sum it up?
I fear any creepy, crawly kind of bug
I shreik so loudly you'd have thought
I saw a dead, bloody body
I trip over flat ground
Can't walk in a straight line
Can't balance to save my freaking life
Something goes wrong, I complain
People say I whine
I don't mean to
I hate whining
And no one seems to care about any of that
Unstable, unsure, unsuited for existance
So fucking worthless
Who would want me?
No consolation can save me
I'm already gone