Blur Crywank

I get thrown out of bed
To the statement that I stink
A reliable sentiment
A testament to the way I think

I don't wanna leave the house
I don’t wanna make new friends
I don't have any ambition
Just a means to an end

I don't want you to criticise me
I already hate myself
There is nothing more that I can lose
Other than my health

I don’t wanna make any money
And I'm failing my degree
I don't wanna fix myself
But I question why I'm unhappy

Can't you see I'm terrified
I haven't got a clue what I'm doing with my life
I wanna be something good
I wanna do something right
But how can I live when I can barely survive