Gob

Hey mom, concerned with what I've become
Suicidal maybe, satanic maybe
On drugs, on off and back on
I'm an enigma, I'm pissed off at everything and
Everyone thinks that I'm headstrong
I've been too hard on you far too many times for us to
Go back, forget what's said and what's done
I can't help myself I just need to shake myself and
Wake up, hug kiss and make up
Tell you that I'm sorry and that you shouldn't