(Wyr)
The only time I feel fine is with vodka and juice
Otherwise I feel shitty like droppin' a duece
Inebriation keeps me feelin' better, awkward and loose
The stress an' depression got me coppin' a boost
Got me wantin' a noose, or a lovely Lucy Liu
Lonely fucker at a dance in an ugly two-piece suit
The mission is ambitionless shit mixed with bitchin'
that chickens don't listen or miss him, sit wishin'
for a spliff and a miss who's big in the tits
to thicken the mist and get on the nis
but that shit is a wish cuz this kid is a dick
An elitist piece of shit who don't fit in the clique
Low self-esteem from shit that happened to pass
Sippin' whiskey 'til I'm tipsy with that crap in my glass
Fuck it. Whatever. I'll go back to my class
and bitch a bit more, bitter 'bout my lack of a lass

(Wattsworth)
Now I could
count to high heaven all the trouble that I been through
situations where my spirit struggled against soft sinew
or the opposite, opportunities wasted while eating lotus
never dressing better than a bum, cuz who would notice?
all i craved was attention, but I was too meek to earn it
made the change to introspection, and saw myself under the surface
saw myself for who i was, saw the things that i hated
I became my own bully, cynicle and jaded.
And so it went, days turned to months turned to years
turned to friends turned to peers, turned to babbling bout my fears
till they all turned away, save one with the patience
to put up, made my days brighter so i finally stood up
her encouragement blurring the hate that kept me blind
stirring up pride, assuring me i was fine and so i 
keep moving forward, i keep my head high for myself
and for my friends who picked me up so i could try

(XoC)
Staring off the edge of my mind, a dark infinity, I'm trying to get the blur to just focus, the shit is killing me, the situation feeling real hopeless, in my vicinity, are pills and a bottle of gin, to end the misery, a trinity of crazy events, has brought the onset, of situations making no sense, and shit my mom said, is haunting, I'm feeling rejected and so unwanted, I reminisce on days I was poor and I was taunted, it's nonsense, I tried to move on, like it was harmless, the mind is a powerful thing, conflicted psyche, excitedly, I thought I could do it, pretend I might be, normal, but there's no such thing, the end is likely, cause life needs to comes to a point, a resolution, cessation of the drama, tribulations at conclusion, as life wasn't really lived here, it's an illusion, I wandered thru the streets of my mind, endless confusion