I’m not an addict I just sometimes fucking hate myself I’m not a victim, I’m not lonely, and I’m doing well for myself I drive a sports car, got a couple houses, fly first class So why when I wake up and see my reflection does it make me sick? I don’t care anymore I’ve got a sickness in my soul I’m on my shit again I find it kinda funny being out of control Feed me Lorazepam My wife she loves me, I’ve got friends who’d jump in front of a train But every waking minute I’m tormented by my fucked up brain Folks pay to meet me, take a photo, tell me I should smile But all I wanna do is take a match and set whole place on fire I don’t care anymore I’ve got a sickness in my soul I’m on my shit again I find it kinda funny being out of control Feed me Lorazepam My parents sometimes try to reach me but I never respond Not really sure why I’m still pissed off but it’s part of my brand now I’ve got no reason to so tell me why I feel like shit Lucky for me I’m pretty good at acting like I’ve got a hold on this I don’t care anymore I’ve got a sickness in my soul I’m on my shit again I find it kinda funny being out of control Feed me Lorazepam I’m not an addict I just sometimes fucking hate myself Every waking minute I’m tormented by my fucked up brain I’ve got no reason to so tell me why I feel like shit All due offense I don’t feel bad if I push you away