I keep dreaming the same dream That so gracefully I leave From all the negativity and grief And I'm the happiest I can be But then I wake up and see That this is not what's meant to be And there is no good indeed Cause there's nothing out there for me I'm seriously starting to believe That there's something so wrong with me I can't find joy in anything Can't deal with the pain Of always feeling sick and afraid Here sleeping all day, literally or awake Avoiding interaction with the human race I'm seriously starting to believe That there's something so wrong with me I can't find joy in anything I don't want to be a part Of this idiocy Of this social hypocrisy I need to get away Before it'll affects my brain I'm seriously starting to believe That there's something so wrong with me I can't find joy in anything And life's a thriller not a gift