i͟t͟s͟ a͟l͟r͟i͟g͟h͟t͟ -͟ m͟o͟t͟h͟e͟r͟ m͟o͟t͟h͟e͟r͟
I got a baseball bat beside my bed
To fight off what inside my head
To fight off what's behind my meds
I'm lonely, lost in pain


i͟ t͟h͟i͟n͟k͟ i͟m͟ o͟k͟ -͟ m͟g͟k͟,͟ y͟u͟n͟g͟b͟l͟u͟d͟
I guess it's just my life and I can take it if I wanna
But I cannot hide in hills of California
Because these hills have eyes, and I got paranoia
I hurt myself sometimes, is that too scary for you?


m͟i͟g͟h͟t͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟ m͟y͟s͟e͟l͟f͟ -͟ b͟e͟a͟r͟t͟o͟o͟t͟h͟
How long am I gonna be young and lost?
Might never feel right
Never be clear
But nothing'll change until I face my fear