First World Problems

And i'm sorry for the way i look

i haven't gone outside in weeks and every

time someone stops by they tell me what

they think i need i don't need a

doctor i don't need psychiatry i don't need

religion cause i don't think that i believe

i'm sorry for the way i feel i

haven't gotten up in days and every time

someone stops by i tell them just to

go away i don't need an answer i

just need some kind of bend i don't

need my family cause jack daniel's is my

best friend and i don't wanna be apart

of this i just wanna have my place

and i don't wanna have a sense of

purpose cause i don't want to participate i'm

sorry for the way i talk i don't

talk that much anymore cause every time i

talk i find myself a bore its not

that i don't like you i just don't

like to speak because my life gets harder

each and every week and i'm sorry if

i'm mean i don't mean to be a

jerk but every time i turn around something

doesn't wanna work the tv doesn't turn off

the sink is on the fritz the dryer

isn't working and im getting kind of sick

of this and i don't wanna be a

burden i just need some kind of helping

hand and i don't wanna have a sense

of purpose and i hope that you can

understand i don't need someone to tell me

what i need to do i don't need

someone to tell me what i'm going through

i don't need someone to tell me what

i need to do i just need someone

to tell me that they love me too

and i'm sorry for the way i am

im doing everything i can but every time

i take a stand i fall back on

my ass again and again