Well, I know that somewhere deep inside It's in the obvious, like the obsessive compulsions and any other diagnostic refractions of a light That I feel deep inside, that seems to steal moments of happiness I have, or moments I feel real Well, I don't wanna die But sometimes, I want something terrible to rip through the bitterness, tonight And I'm still young, but I don't feel so full of energy Instead, I feel this pounding in my head Erase the burning in my stomach I wish I felt as young as I am Well, I don't wanna die But sometimes, I want something terrible to rip through the bitterness, tonight But I'm just desperate to get out of my head, and to get you out of yours So, come on, stay and tour We can't forget the shit that are argue about inside our heads when we leave the room Because they have a nasty build up, and resentment shouldn't be the status quo My quotient for happiness isn't swimming soundly I should feel more happy and I always run abused