And I keep fucking up
And I can’t figure out why
I can’t do anything right

Cause I keep channeling my manic episodes
Into unhealthy obsessions like stealing, eating
Endless hours of self loathing
I am not fit to exist in a society like this anymore

Cause the girls I like, I like too much
And the things I hate, I hate too much
And the things I’m scared of, I’m way too fucking scared of

And I keep fucking up
And I can’t figure out which times
It’s my fault or just the result of
The situation I’ve gotten myself in

Cause I am trapped inside the cyclical roundabout
That is called my mind
And I do not know if it’s capable of overtime