[Intro]

"Ok class who wants to do their about me first" Teacher

"No one?" Teacher

"Ok then Garrett you go first" Teacher

[Verse 1]

I'll tell you the story in the best way that I'm able

Of my life and reveal my fable

Clean out the closet stacking the skeletons on the dining table

Let's begin with how I'm not mentally stable

I've been fucked my whole life, never had a guardian angel

I was the angry boy who fit the bipolar label

One minute I'm a butterfly the next a rampaging triangle

It doesn't make sense it's a destructive behavior

I would snap at a glance, any moment, just like that

Grab a butchers knife and chased my brother for talking crap

With the intention to stick the beveled blade in his back

Never pulled it off because he yelled for mom like a brat

A lot of times I said fuck it, and tried to make myself go splat

Like when I was eight, a cord of rubber bands around my neck

Tied it to the balcony and off the chair I leapt

Rope snapped, fell to the floor, didn't get relief just a welt

[Chorus]

My life hasn't always been fun in the sun

It isn't really now, but I won't pull the trigger on the gun

I have to many reliable sources to say fuck it and be done

So I'll keep on kicking, even though life is like a drawn out pun

I've been a bad friend, I've been a bad son

I've been a good friend, I've apologized for what I've done

I got a lot of issues in my head above

Physically I'm comparable to a disgusting, squashed, anorexic bug

[Verse 2]

It isn't all just negative manifestation in my head

Sometimes I truly feel I'd be better off dead

Everyone around thinks I'm more toxic than lead

I'm like a long exposure, you should not tread

Every single dog gone peg seems to miss the fret

My brain always throbbing like a dick during sex

That's why still in elementary they had me drinking meds

In an attempt to make all these problematic lobes relax

They scanned me in a MRI trynna' round up facts

Results calculated, they gathered I was intact

Basically saying deal with it, life sucks, that's that

But they didn't predict the symptoms arriving next

My stomach constantly burning, churning, compressing, stretching, distorting

Lungs felt submerged in magma with acid steadily inserted, it was concerning

At 14 I begged for a tube up my ass and down my throat it was disconcerting

Now I swallow 4 pills daily, so I don't feel petrified when my stomachs working

[Chorus]

My life hasn't always been fun in the sun

It isn't really now, but I won't pull the trigger on the gun

I have to many reliable sources to say fuck it and be done

So I'll keep on kicking, even though life is like a drawn out pun

I've been a bad friend, I've been a bad son

I've been a good friend, I've apologized for what I've done

I got a lot of issues in my head above

Physically I'm comparable to a disgusting, squashed, anorexic bug

[Verse 3]

With physical and mental ailments I clearly needed help

The problem is I'm an introvert, stay secluded, do it all myself

When I try to socialize I'm moss while everyone else is strains of kelp

A lone spark in a society made of gasoline drenched felt

I could hardly control myself, Dad wanted to send me to military school, put me on the shelf

At being a well behaved gigantic prick I'm the universes champ

I'm stumbling through the dark trench of depression, but anxieties the lamp

Leading me with every tiptoe step into a bear traps clamp

So I tried meditating, retreating into myself and camp

But every time I entered my subconscious problems were tamped

The charge was set, I could blow at anything god to tramp

It's still a countdown before my comic strip reads 'blat"

I was at 14 the doctor said "You're high strung take that

It'll help you not want to find the nearest bridge and go splat"

At that moment I wasn't just an edgy little rat

I had the prescription doubled last month, I'm still clinically depressed

[Chorus]

My life hasn't always been fun in the sun

It isn't really now, but I won't pull the trigger on the gun

I have to many reliable sources to say fuck it and be done

So I'll keep on kicking, even though life is like a drawn out pun

I've been a bad friend, I've been a bad son

I've been a good friend, I've apologized for what I've done

I got a lot of issues in my head above

Physically I'm comparable to a disgusting, squashed, anorexic bug

[Verse 4]

I might never completely stop despising myself

My body might hate me till' it dies, bloats, and swells

This could all be a simulation, and I'm just a shell

Programmed into hate and subsequently tell

But that's fine, I want to be well

It's a goal I have to not feel like or go to hell

Currently I'm residing there, in torment I dwell

But still praying one day I'll be saved by heavens bells

Besides my inner circle JENCZ has always picked me up when I fell

Emphasis on the C for always being my gel

Supporting and influencing me to propel

Being the primary key to the inspiration that to me compels

[Outro]

"Good job Garrett. Let's give him a round of applause" Teacher

"Sounded like you mumbled a little bit there bud" Alex

"Be nice Alex or you'll go next" Teacher