Sometimes I regret this shit
Told me everything I wanted to hear
Now look at me standing here
Center floor a complete dummy
I should have asked more
I should have done more
I just needed to hear that I would be skinny and my mind was made
I can’t even drink away my problems
I just got to take this Depression with a pinch of salt
I can’t blame anyone this is all my fault
But I look good
But I feel empty
Having empty thoughts
Everyone acts like they know my pain
They the same ones not in my position
You don’t have to live 60 more years in these conditions
Or however more years I got left
Sometimes I regret this decision
But then I come back to my senses
