Beat My Head Against The Wall

I need some patience because I have none

do I need a conscience or a gun you say I

need drugs I think that depends I think

revenge is the best medicine a prescription

of Prozac and Vicodin will these panic attacks

ever end a little less sadness and no more pain

another fucking night I can't sleep again

Beat my head against the wall

Against the wall

Sometimes I feel like I can't breathe it

finally wears me out then I fall asleep

waking up depressed not knowing why

sometimes I feel like I want to die there's

so much paranoia that I can't think depression

keeps getting the best of me I need a fucking

will or an ounce of hope the solution doesn't lie at

the end of a rope