I'm a bit suicidal,
I'm my own worst rival,
Train wreck, white trash, freak, maniac, psycho.
I'm a trouble making rebel,
Made a deal with the devil,
I'm way past ever coming back.
But sometimes I feel like,
I'm not the only one,
When I see why I've become,
So dum, so dum di dum di dum.
I get more and more strange,
I'm going insane.
I'm building it up,
Just to break it down.
You get what you see,
The product of a dysfunctional family.
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