I'm always short on cash and my mind is in the trash. I can't find a way to get my head out of my ass.
I'm gettin' skinny as a bone 'cause I'm always stuck at home.
I'm living my life all f*cked up and alone. So once again, alone in my room, my only apparent future is my unhappy doom.
So I just whine all the f*cking time. I'm hooked bad on caffeine, unless I get it I'm mean.
I can't remember last when I was chipper and clean. I'm going insane, all I do is complain. The only traits I show are depression and disdain.
The girl I love is going away, there is no way that she'll stay. I don't know how I'm gonna live my life this way. Don't want to have to try, I'll just sit around and cry. Maybe, if I get lucky, I'll just f*ckin' die