I’ve been wandering in myself
It’s been and end unto itself
It’s the manner that I was born
Cause I’ve been kicked of my throne.

I’m just wondering to myself
About my mental health
When the day is I’ll find my death
When I catch my last breath

My life ain’t been to fullfilling
And I’ve never been ready and willing
Where is my universe?
Why do things go from bad to worse?

I’m just wondering about myself
About my mental health.
When the day is I’ll find my death
When I catch my last breath

Why I’ve been some real sick Scrooge
Where I find I can seek refuge
When I find some means to live
And take more than you can give.

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