Please tell me I'm fine
I don't trust this little brain of mine
He's making up lies
Gotta listen to them all the time
I don't wanna ask too much but I can never tell if I'm thinking too much
Keep me in check
Wish me good luck
Yup
I think about death
Think that I could really use a rest
But I think it's too soon for me to take a final breath
Sometimes I am tempted to take the big dip with a drastic move
But I'm not done with this shit I've got to do
I'm a specimen made from mismatched parts
It's a little bit obvious once you examine it
I can't imagine what went wrong
Am I fixable
I don't know
I must figure out how to cope
Underneath the lens of the microscope