You don't gotta say
What makes you feel okay
I feel the same old way
That I felt yesterday
I'm a loser, yeah I'm a loser
Only lucid when I'm loopy, drug abuser
And the slightest little thing could set it off
Repressing the expression of my thoughts, gets me off
Let him talk!
So many problems, I can't vent 'em all
I can't even solve the ones that I invented dog
So as I'm closing out this monologue
I see a lot of fog
Today I'm nobody still
Hope somebody gon' love me, know that nobody will
We'll open up feels mid of closing the deal
Why all the girls tell me I'm "emotional, chill"
Well I feel how the ocean could feel, so blue
Now I'm choking, trying to open my throat but it's no use
I'm a dead man soon, I'm better off dead now
'Cause I be dead inside my head if I don't let thoughts out
Like I don't let thoughts out
They start to pile up and then I get stressed out
Change like the color of the leaves so high in the trees
Got to wonder why they die when they leave, breathe
On to the next
Dipping, I be gone in a sec
And I can attest, I've been feeling better yet
Since the day I said, "I don't think I'm gonna be depressed"
I don't want to be depressed
You don't gotta say
What makes you feel okay
I feel the same old way
That I felt yesterday