A Song For Myself

(this is an intervention)

[Verse 1]
I think I read the wrong books all my life
The ones that make you reach for the knife
The looming end, the little bird of death
Sits on my shoulder - I'm all out of breath
Envying the Jesus-freaks’ great mood
If they can, why can't I feel good?
I need another hobby but to blame
My missing lobby or my catholic shame
I'm cursed, I’m Job, don't you see?
Everything happens to me
It's only getting darker there's no end to this night

[Chorus]
Stop your whining you're alright!
Stop your whining you're alright!

[Verse 2]
That's never been a job: just being sad
(but) it seems it's been the one I’vе had
I’m stepping up, is this the right evеnt?
Since it's official; I’m not relevant!
Finding the tough in my luck
I'm always lost, always stuck
They never let me win, out of grudge and out of spite

[Chorus]
Stop your bitching, you're alright
Stop your bitching, you're alright

[outro]
My home is a tunnel at the end there is no light
(ok, this needs to stop right now)