You Wish You Hadn't Listened Testo

Now this is getting so old
I've lost count of the times i've been told
That I should do something worthwhile
That i should sit back and raise a smile

But what if i don't feel too great?
What if today isn't agreeing with me?
I'm sick of mornings and physical states
That make me vomit so violently
All my mood does for me is fluctuate From really bad to even worse to death
Each time you see me I'm such a fucking state
I'm not wasting away but there's little left
And I use this "lovely" mind to create
Emotions of which im clearly bereft
Just leave me on the floor there
Just leave me on the floor right there