Was bored, did this quick.
I'm a nervous wreck at best who works a sweat to earn a debt,
Who won't learn respect, hidden under head like a turtle neck,
This way no one sees me fiending, creaming for all my percocet,
The reason why my seasons cry, changed me to a person messed,
Won't be disguised, expose to those that know the heathens lies,
Just let the treasons fly, seem to be the guy who breathes demise,
What kind of creep am I? Would you rather that I leave and die?
I seem to lie alone in this heartless darkness dream of mine.