Shriek your vanity's  spawned from boredom  a cheap excuse for attention  ignoring blessings  embracing all thats wrong  you would stab your heart  for a sympathetic word  force fed your problems  every day we cry for you  so afraid you'll be boring  you cover yourself in gloom  and drag us down with you  will you be interesting?  when all are dead and gone?  come get your own disease  impress all your friends  let them cry for you  in fascination  so entertaining in your hell  immorality embraced within yourself  will you be interesting?  when all are dead and gone?  what did you expect you'd find?  when all is said and done?  So afraid of missing out  being ignored in happiness  mind twisted in agony  resentful of those without problems  your self image becomes your god  in this battle of degeneration  you would exchange every blessing  every miracle  every ounce of your integrity  only to obtain one thing  an illness to call your own