I feel better when I'm down
It's a paradox impossible to explain
Like walking through a dark hallway
Exiting into light but fond to go back again
I feel sick when I'm hungry, but nauseous after eating
During leisure I feel lazy, but stressed out while working
Want to hurt myself, but no one else around
Sadly it goes hand in hand, a circle of which I can't break out
I feel better when I'm down
It's a paradox impossible to explain
Like walking through a dark hallway
Exiting into light but fond to go back again
Attracted to negativity
Alternative definition of harmony
Destructive thoughts breathe new life into me
Perpetual longing for tragedy
Perpetual longing for tragedy
I feel sick when I'm hungry, but nauseous after eating
During leisure I feel lazy, but stressed out while working
Want to hurt myself, but no one else around
Sadly it goes hand in hand, a circle of which I can't break out
Attracted to negativity
Alternative definition of harmony
Destructive thoughts breathe new life into me
Perpetual longing for tragedy
Imaginary problems give me reason to anguish
Whining to get attention, ridiculous and selfish
And every time I think it couldn't get any better
It suddenly becomes worse than ever