Loser

I'm getting tired of the quizzical stares I'm sick of feeling like nobody cares My self-esteem is rock bottom redefined But still I have to tell everyone I'm fine No job, no money, nobody to hold If we're being honest, this is getting old Brushing off everyone with a cold shoulder I guess it's a consequence of being bipolar My sanity is gone and I'm out of my mind Why is peace within so hard to find? Now all I have are memories left to peruse It's hard to be a loser when you have nothing to lose It takes a month's effort for me to leave my room Oli said it best when he said I think we're doomed So many "friends" would rather hear their own voice So I cut them out because I didn't have a choice It really feels like everything I do doesn't matter And still this glass heart finds a new way to shatter Is it any wonder why I'm fed up with drama? Don't look at me to solve all your problems My sanity is gone and I'm out of my mind Why is peace within so hard to find? Now all I have are memories left to peruse It's hard to be a loser when you have nothing to lose This song is for the poisoned This prose is for the sick This is the anthem for the losers Turn this up and go ballistic (Uh, Baseball? You can't sit with us) Actually, I can't sit anywhere; I have crippling depression (Oh my god, do you want to talk about it?) No My sanity is gone and I'm out of my mind Why is peace within so hard to find? Now all I have are memories left to peruse It's hard to be a loser when you have nothing to lose