Yeah.
I wake up every morning with my head up in a daze.
I'm not sure if I should say this,
*, I'll say it anyway.
Everybody tries to tell me that I'm going through a phase.
I don't know if it's a phase,
I just wanna feel okay.
Yeah, I battle with depression,
but the question still remains.
Is this post-traumatic stress,
and or am I suppressing rage?
And my doctor tries to tell me that I'm going through a phase.
Yeah, it's not a * phase.
I just wanna feel okay.
Okay, yeah, I struggle with this bullshit every day
And it's probably cause my demons simultaneously rage
It obliterates me The sin so greats me
And I am lazy
I'm about to break down
Searching for a way out
I'm a liar, I'm a cheater, I'm an unbeliever
Not a popular,
popular monster
I'm a popular,
popular monster!
I think I'm going nowhere like a rat trapped in a maze
Every wall that I knock down is just a wall that I replace
I'm in a race against myself,
I try to keep a steady pace
How the * will I escape if I never close my case?
Oh my god, I keep on stressing every second that I waste
Is another second sooner to a blessing I won't take
But my therapist will tell me that I'm going through a stage
Yeah, it's not a * stage,
I just wanna feel okay Okay, motherfucker,
now you got my attention
I need to change a couple things,
cause something is missing
And what if I were to lie,
tell you everything is fine
Every single * day,
I get closer to the grave I am terrified,
I'm falling asleep, and I will again
My God, just a few, just a few Let out a race,
baby Seat tuck race, baby I am lightning Cause I'm about to break down
Own a trip for a white house
I'm a liar, I'm a cheater, I'm a non-believer
I'm a popular, popular monster
Popular, popular, monster! of wondering,
praying to a god that you don't believe,
you're searching for the truth in
the lost and found,
so the question I ask is,
where the * is your god now?