About Myself

I don't wan't to think anymore Everything is on the floor of my living room Impending doom The things I do I do for you And I feel fine cause I just do I really do I really do I really do I really do I really do I really, really do Said I don't want to live anymore That's a lie I just think I'm sore From hitting the floor Hurt me some more I feel like a little whore I like you a lot I like you a lot I like you a lot I like you a lot I like you a lot I like you a lot I like you a lot I like you a lot Feels like we're breaking up I know that there is nothing that I can change I don't mind I don't mind I don't want to go to school I know everything but I'm a fool A stupid fool I'm a fool I'm a fool, mom, I'm a fucking fool But I've got tools I've got tools I've got tools I'm bleeding out the rhythmic chain And there's a stupid little brain inside your head I'm just kidding I love you but I don't feel good About myself About myself About myself About myself My love is waking up I know that there is nothing that I can change I don't mind I don't mind