I get thrown out of bed
To the statement that I stink.
A reliable sentament.
A testament to the way I think.

I don't wanna leave the house.
I don't wanna make new friends.
I don't have ambition,
Just a means to an end.

I don't want you to critisize me,
I already hate myself.
There is nothing more that I can lose,
Other than my health.

I don't wanna make money
And I'm failing my degree.
I don't wanna fix myself
But I question why I'm unhappy

Can't you see I'm terrorfied.
I havn't got a clue what I'm doing with my life.
I want to be something good, I want to do something right,
But how can I live when I can barely survive?

Everything's a blur since you left me.