What is wrong with me?
I don't know
Or maybe I do
I know it shows
The things I say
to the things I think
I put it out there
In the air,
it's cray.
Yeh im Krazy.
I can't help but to be
This way
I hate it myself
I see.
When I speak what I'm tripping about out loud
It rings my ears
It brings me down.
I fill myself up with doubt
That's why I need my music loud
Drown...