This is me, questioning my mental health.

[Verse 1]
Every time these words rhyme, I hope I’m impressing this Lebanese girl with these pretty eyes…
She said “Hi” in health class, and my “conscious of self” ass had to overreact, and yet another gaffe tapped me on the shoulder and told me to get rekt
I redirected that suggestion to my self-esteem
Beta boy, fly as a broken Delta wing
Mister, mister, I think something’s wrong with the plane
He gave me Lexapro and said “No being strange. That’s restricted. Cast the misfits out of you.”
Demon named Simpson, first name Bartholomew
One named Darko, one named Morgendorffer
Doctor’s orders
I followed them because those demons are whores
And frankly, I don’t need ‘em no more
But they are not the reason I'm drinkin’ this pickle juice
They are not why I ask Death what that sickle do
My soul is scarred, this pill is a bandage
I'm afraid I could spill from this hammock

[Hook]
You’re not crazy, you’re like everybody else
I know you’re disappointed
You thought you’d been anointed
I am crazy, but for everybody’s health
I'll make it look romantic
I'll make them wanna stand it

[Verse 2]
I admit, I'm becoming the issue
Quoting the figureheads, handing out the tissues
Who’s addicted to masturbation?
Who’s addicted to self-sabotage?
Did you anxiously reblog that anxiety post?
You’re more Ed: depression is your buttered toast
We are not the same, I’m in the darkness
Smart kid, smart ass gettin’ probed by the martians
They left Earth and never looked back
Think they found the suicide note in my bookbag?
You have a suicide note on your t-shirt
... I want to see you naked; kneejerk
Seduced, yet knowing of the truth
You’re a fake fuck, but your "aesthetic" is cute
I guess I’ll humor you; I guess I want you
But you don’t really understand this

Fuck you

[Hook]