Feeling weighed down

Down, down, down, down

By my pocket change

Dizzy, drowsy

Don't look down

Not high, prescribed

Taking pills, doctor's orders

Don't skip over don't get sober

Tell me what you believe in

What makes life worth living

I'm just trying to make things better

Is it a cycle of regret?

Am I just fucked in the head?

Too fucked to get out of bed

Leaving messages on read

I need a job and I'm sorry

Haven't done shit in weeks

Said my physique is just weak

My actions for me they speak

Yes I'm a trope, yеs

Nothing but an archetype

Untie thе rope

Somebody tell me when the time is right

Turn on my soundtrack

The silence makes me nervous

Up my Prozac

Doc said he's doing me a service

Need to leave right now

Living on my own

No evidence of competence

Constantly told I'm unfit