Everything seems surfeited anymore cause I need a way out but I can't find the door
Let's just call it a day, call a spade a spade and come to terms with the fact that this shit won't go away
I need a way out but I can't find the door
I don't get it but maybe I never will
This is pathetic
Every night's a struggle, every day's a waste of time and in my mind I thing "I can do so much better than this shit"
God damn I can't keep it together
When I talk about my feelings I don't feel any better
So what's the point?
I'm fucking trapped like a rat
Put on display in a cage for everyone to poke a stick at
Son of a bitch
Fuck therapy, misery's company is all I need to keep me from feeling lonely
I refuse to live my life insufferably waiting to croak
Lets just call it a day and go home
Just call a spade a spade and move on