Traced my footprints 'til I tripped over backwards Why am I always so willing to give into sadness? Burned down my house just to build me a palace Painted a picture and spit in the camera (lens) So what do you do When you ain't shit? When you ain't you? When they say that everything you 'bout is just too much Of an issue? They say if you ain't them, you ain't cool I ain't got a lot of marbles left Sometimes wish to harm myself Trapped in my apartment cell It's all hell So sick and tired Of being sick and tired Figure, life's a bitch Why don't that bitch retire? She wouldn't piss on me even if I were lit on fire Skip entire days of thinking, keep on getting higher But no amount of drugs Seem to make me numb enough To not think about the stuff That I keep on fuckin' up They told me life would suck so my "why" should suck it up My mind was once a dove Now it's covered up in mud So what do you do When you ain't them? When you're just you? Sitting in the dark with a box of tissues? Flipping off your shadows, going boo-hoo? Bitch boo-hoo Boo-hoo Bitch boo-hoo Boo-hoo Yeah