Papa Roach - 829 Lyrics
I am scaredPrayBecauseI think Im scared of myselfMy problems and faultsThey lay upon a shelfBring it out with the shroomIm paranoid laying crouched in a roomI will pushingAway from a love that is close to meIll go awayI need to be stable like my buddy with grey bellCalled up my momCause I know she was strongTalked about jesus, my daddy, and bongsAside from the world that I knowPeople and whatnot and girls that do blowBrought back to childhoodNot close to feeling goodGo away