I'm just the creation of your mind
Your thoughts of suicide, I thrive
Off of your self hate, self deprecate
Teenage girls skipping meals
And perverted boys copping feels
You say depression is over rated
That the ballot polls were weighted
Well take a look in the mirror
And tell me you cant point out
One thing that you hate
Put the gun to your head
Your finger upon the trigger
And tell me why you shouldn't