Problems

My brain is pouring out my ear
These eyes are heavy and sore
It's 2AM and the darkest thoughts
Are knocking at my door

Hello, is somebody out there?
I'm talking to myself again
It's so quiet whem I'm all alone with myself

But it's comfortable in its own way
No responsibilities or expectations
And I'll do whatever I want today
But I'm only making excuses

I think I might be sick
And fucked up in the head
Slowly wasting away all my time in my bed

I know that it's not good
I should take my meds
But I think I'm addicted to always being sad

I wanna make it hurt
It's better when I bleed
I can feel the misery pouring out of me

I say I'm doing fine
And maybe, that's a lie
But I don't wanna bother you, these problems are mine

Yeah, these problems are mine

Growing up, I had the biggest dreams
But now, it all feels like a joke
And looking back at it again
I should have done the things that I was told

But it's all water under the bridge
No one can take back what they done
Though if I could have traded places with you
My life would have been of better use

I think I might be sick
And fucked up in the head
Slowly wasting away all my time in my bed

I know that it's not good
I should take my meds
But I think I'm addicted to always being sad

I wanna make it hurt
It's better when I bleed
I can feel the misery pouring out of me

I say I'm doing fine
And maybe, that's a lie
But I don't wanna bother you, these problems are mine

Yeah, these problems are mine

I think I might be sick
And fucked up in the head
Slowly wasting away all my time in my bed

I know that it's not good
I should take my meds
But I think I'm addicted to always being sad

I wanna make it hurt
It's better when I bleed
I can feel the misery pouring out of me

I say I'm doing fine
And maybe, that's a lie
But I don't wanna bother you, these problems are mine

Yeah, these problems are mine