Borderline

I got this thing and this thing is all right Nobody knows why but somebody might It keeps me alive but it kills me inside I'm worth more dead than I'm worth alive I'm tired a living, I'm tired of life I'm too tired to end this but too tired to fight So tell me bald man, tell me with your big stick Tell me to open up, tell me all of that shit See now I know I'm not special but I cant seem to happily keep Dancing like a battery chicken with no fucking feet Because I've seen this big picture that you speak of so much You say it's beautiful and we should all give a f*ck Well that's all good mr enlightened, miss right I must be broken, ah it must be the devil inside It's not hard to fix this in fact it's easy Just blame it on something that you cannot see My lord, my lord, my lord What makes you better than me My lord, my lord, my lord What makes you better than me My lord, my lord, my lord What makes you better than me My lord, my lord, my lord What makes you better than me So if your sick of my sadness, if your sick of this song Just know I'm sick of your lessons and I'm too sick to go on For the wise cannot help as they don't really know And the ones that did died with a shotgun under there nose I am the germ and I am the cure I want to be everything and I want to be more Don't look at me but don't look away I need you to leave me but I need you to stay Will these words matter and will they live on Will they make me famous, will they make me a god I despise this person and I despise myself I want to be grateful and I want mental health It's funny how I seem unstable and burnt It's funny how this rock will continue to turn So why am I not laughing, why can't I be What the f*ck is it that I'm failing to see My lord, my lord, my lord What makes you better than me My lord, my lord, my lord What makes you better than me My lord, my lord, my lord What makes you better than me My lord, my lord, my lord What makes you better than me