I get thrown out of bed To the statement that I stink A reliable sentiment A testament to the way I think I don't wanna leave the house I don’t wanna make new friends I don't have any ambition Just a means to an end I don't want you to criticise me I already hate myself There is nothing more that I can lose Other than my health I don’t wanna make any money And I'm failing my degree I don't wanna fix myself But I question why I'm unhappy Can't you see I'm terrified I haven't got a clue what I'm doing with my life I wanna be something good I wanna do something right But how can I live when I can barely survive Everything’s a blur since you left me Everything’s a blur since you left me Everything's a blur since you left me Everything blurs