Lyrics
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I've been having overwhelming thoughts of sadness and self-harming
My depression's unimpressive; It stems from stress or so they tell me
Heart's on fire, yet uninspired, I guess I'm preaching to the choir
Pessimistic, narcissistic, introspective, hate required
My obsession with contrition leaves me weak and feeling tired
My subconscious has no conscience. Stay asleep; it's how I'm wired
Single serving, I'm self serving a thousand milligrams of quiet
Showing signs of drug behavior. I'm so fucked up but I'm feeling fine
(Let go)