I feel like I should write to cope
But there's a lot of shit that I don't like to show
Either frozen or the fire's stoked
If I strike a match don't mind the glow
And I despise the fact that I was diagnosed
'Cause they ain't try to ask if I would like to know
So now I live with that, all my lights are low
Keep them dim or black, or my mind's too slow
Yeah, I skipped them classes, I had given up
And got a GED, I didn't give a f*ck
And nobody ever seemed to give a f*ck
So I would hide away, and just sit in dust
Better, better, better
Is it better, better, better?
Isn't better, better, better
Isn't better, better, better
Better, better, better
Is it better, better, better?
Isn't better, better, better
Isn't better, better, better