Troubled

[Mukel]

Im troubled by much, confused as such,
hard as nails, but sensitive to touch,
close to the edge not needing a budge,
anguished and hurt awaiting the push,
no such luck, for this poor f*ck,
cant understand my run of poor luck,
trying to pull myself up out of this rut,
work a 9 to the 5 at a pizza hut, greasey skin,
hair net, stressed out, and under strain,
blocked up blood vessels, congestion to the brain,
thoughts running through my head, am i goin insane?
feel high as a plane, but waisted and drained,
people dont see that im simple and plain,
dont need fancy things just my friends and my girl,
but thats all changed now my worlds has turned,
my drinkings worse and the pills dont work,
i try to move on but the pain still hurts,
take a deep breath, and plunge to my death,
life flashes quick, but then i escape,
wake up in my bed, grateful now that im sane