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
