What Makes Me Tick
What makes me tick is nothing you can see
Nothing you can grasp
Because its inside of me
That negative bug
It lives in my brain
You can't hear it
But it drives me insane
It makes me wonder: why am I here? What is my purpose?
It tells me to hate myself
And I put up a fight
But sometimes I listen to it
Late in the night
Please go away
It's all I ask
If the bug wont leave
I will never last.