Bad Dayz

I seem to always wake up on the wrong side of the bed.
Beat the shit out of my self. Then leave me for dead.
I take to many pills and smoke to much weed.
But eventualy we all gotta have somethin to need.
Some of us dont have shit and will die that way.
Nobody wanna listen to me when I tell 'em about a bad day.
I wish that I could melt away and just disappear.
Go somewher far away and get away from here.
I talk to myself and get to feeling psycotic.
Actin all crazy like trippin on a narcotic.
But it aint nothin' it just happens to be the way I am.
Aint nothing you can ever say to make me give a damn.
Here latley been having nothin' but bad days.
Try to be a criminal but that shit never pays.
I seem to always be getin on peoples bad side.
Aint no where to run and nowhere to really hide.
Its like a timebome tickin down in my brain.
Ready to go off and end all of this horrid pain.