My mental stability reaches its bitter end.
And all my senses are coming unglued.
Is there any cure for this disease?
Someone called love.
Not as long as there are girls like you.

Everything she does, questions my mental health.
It makes me loose control.
I want to hurt myself.

If someone can hear me slap some sense in me.
But you turn your head and 
I end up talking to myself.
Anxiety has got me strung out and frustrated.
So I loose my head or I bang it up against the wall.

Sometimes I wonder if I should be left alone.
And lock myself up in a padded room.
I'd sit and spew my guts out to the open air.
No one wants to hear a drunken fool.

Everything she does, questions my mental health.
It makes me loose control.
I just can't trust myself.

If someone can hear me slap some sense in me.
But you turn your head and 
I end up talking to myself.
Anxiety has got me strung out and frustrated.
So I loose my head or I bang it up against the wall.

I do not mind if this goes on.
Cause now it seems I'm too far gone.
I must admit that I enjoy myself.
80 please keep taking me away.
Away...

Everything she does, questions my mental health.
It makes me loose control.
I just can't trust myself.

If someone can hear me slap some sense in me.
But you turn your head and 
I end up talking to myself.
Anxiety has got me strung out and frustrated.
So I loose my head or I bang it up against the wall.