Passion lost Empty life Wasting my time Battered sense of direction Scars run deeper by the day Brace myself Carry on Know deep inside Every effort is useless I will drag you down with me
Behold the pessimist Master of scepticism Pitch black perception of reality Cynic philosopher Turns hope into despair Always expect the worst Patience about to burst
Painted up The same routine Dysphoria burns As i go through the motions My face won't betray my thoughts Soon fed up Sick and tired This is my lot It will never get better Every day another grind
Always cogitating Dissecting every circumstance Worst-case scenarist The troops of misery advance Negative fixation Constantly assailed by strife Perfectly content with losing Failure is a way of life
Behold the pessimist Master of scepticism Pitch black perception of reality Cynic philosopher Turns hope into despair Always expect the worst Patience about to burst
Manic You say i'm hopeless So anti-social Cannot perceive the real me
No gratification Mock me cause i lack ambition There is no way of changing Eaten up by indecision
Waning inspiration Hopelessness invades my soul Weary from the chore Life as a loser takes its toll
