Record of a Misanthrope

I wanna run away
Man the days berate me
They make me crazy
Feels like a parade in my brain
It's making me crazy
Lately my parents been calling me lazy
Don't even faze me
I just want to pick up some daisies when it gets rainy
Eating pizza at 10 in my cold ass room
I'm guessing you can assume it ain't a boon to my mood
I'm unamused
All the time i'm feeling abused
By my idle thoughts
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, my brain is rotten
No, I haven't forgotten
Feels like its made of cotton
From mistakes i'm begotten
I am the face of Sodom
The shakes, I got 'em
I'm frayed and betrodden
Afraid of the bottom
Yeah, back in Autumn
I'd watch the leaves turn yellow and mellow out
Was a fellow enveloped in doubt
I followed the same route
It's kind of insane how
I've got this refrain now
It's "I'm feeling vain, pal"
I relay the same shout
And every day I say to myself "I won't be afraid
Of blazing hellfire"
It's the fate I await
Yeah well, at any rate
I don't feel safe today
Not physically, but fiscally
I don't get paid today
Sort of afraid to say
That i'll get through the day
What if I don't?
What if those words are the last that i'll say?
Like the several people I knew, I could just pass away
And everyone will go along after a couple days
Well, if my fear becomes the truth
Then who is gonna take care of my father, mother, and brother under my roof?
I'm in pursuit, uh
Of happiness
The sad thing is
The crappiness of my mind and life is just sapping it
Don't even know, uh
I wanna go, uh
I kinda don't, uh
Get on my coat, uh
Walk out the door, uh
Get on the road, uh
Chasing my soul, uh
Chasing my soul, uh