It's getting harder and harder to live with myself

The things I do

I'm getting weaker in mental and physical health

The things I do

And no one's coming to save me now

It's me that has to change somehow

One night out away from the therapist's couch

Ouch

I'm sinking lower and lower in my friend's eyes

The things I do

And I've turned into somebody I despise

Oh the things I do

And my standards are slipping day by day

I'll sleep with anyone who gets in my way

One bad hand away from a losing game

Shame

Should I be thinking about myself at a time like this

I'm not sure

I'm never happy but at least I get some peace

In this war but I could use more

The things I do

And no one's coming to save the day

I'll have my fun and then I'll pay

One night out away from an early grave

And I need to be saved