I’m a waste of space, a human disgrace
I lie in bed ruminating thoughts of dread
The sorrier I feel, the more my psyche keels
Cos, I’ve lost the plot and forgot what’s real.
I’m a weirdo, a freak and mentally weak
I’m frighten of dying and constantly crying
My body is sensitized and my head full of lies
I’m an insomniac, a maniac, a bloody raving lunatac
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