call the doctor ive got all these problems i dont know how to solve them my conscience dead rotten alone and forgotten call the doctor send me to the hospice for people whove lost it im stuck in my coffin and i think someone locked it whats my fucking purpose i was born with words that curse every single loving person im sorry im a burden im useless fucking worthless think its time the close the curtain all i think abouts my service i mean it couldnt get much worse i dont want to be alone anymore this is life through the eyes of a broken man whos let everything he had fall through his fucking hands doctor i am deranged my brain needs to be tamed i dont think i need change just a rope for me to hang i dont want to be alone anymore this little light of mine im gonna let it die anxiety still swallows my chest and lead consumes my lungs everyday the gun meets my mouth but ive never been one to get the job done