I feel like I should tell you
not to worry
Just believe me
Cause I don't want to bore you
and most of the time
I'm just mildly under the weather,
nothing to worry about anyway
My mind is not predictable
Don't worry
Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I
just want to die
It's an honest to god close to
attempted suicidal feeling
But I
don't want to burden you with
the knowledge that maybe
I'd pluck up the courage
Because the feeling's too short lived
for me to try
I'm always bringing myself down
out of habit
So I'll find something to criticise,
like the state of my room,
or how I'm not quite where I want to be
Even if I'm getting closer every day
I feel like shit, but I won't say
What's the use?
When you're a hundred miles
of telegraph poles away
So if anybody asks
Well, I'll tell them I'm fine
Cause I know I'd never pluck up the courage,
Nothing to worry about
But I
Can't seem to keep on top of
the knowledge that maybe
I could end this struggle
And I don't know what I want you to do
Well I'm
Sorry to burden you with
the knowledge that maybe
I'll pluck the courage
I just thought you might like to know