Will my sadness, ever come through in my songs?
Will these pills, ever bring me back my hope?
Will I have to grit my teeth, grin and bear these f*cked up dreams
I'm a f*cking joke, I'm a sad romantic trope
And I'm hollow. Hollow is how I feel
And at work, I feel like Martin Sheen in Apocalypse Now
The choppers rage about my head, ready to take me down