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--- Green Day
My mental stability reaches its bitter end
And all my senses are coming unglued
Is there any cure for this disease
Someone called love
Not as long as there are
girls like you
Everything she does questions my
mental health
It makes me loose control
I just can't trust myself
If someone can hear me slap
some sense in me
But you turn your head and I
end up talking to myself
Anxiety has got me strung out
and frustrated
So I loose my head or I bang
it up against the wall
Sometimes I wonder if I should
be left alone
And lock my-self up in a
padded room
I'd sit and spew my guts out
to the open air
No one wants to hear a drunken
fool.
I do not mind if this goes on
Cause now it seems I'm too
far gone
I must admit I enjoy myself
80 please keep taking me
away.