A Song For Myself

I think I read the wrong books all my life
The ones that make you reach for the knife
The looming and the little bird of death
Sits on my shoulder, I'm all out of breath
Envying the Jesus freaks' great mood
If they can, why can't I feel good?
I need another hobby, but to blame
My missing lobby on my catholic shame
I'm cursed, I'm dark, don't you see?
Everything happens to me
It's only getting darker, there's no end to this night
Stop your whining, you're all right
Stop your whining, you're all right
That's never been a job, just being sad
It seems it's been the one I've had
I'm stepping up, is this the right event?
Since it's official, I'm not relevant
Finding the top in my luck
I'm always lost, always stuck
They never let me win, out of grudge and out of spite
Stop your bitching, you're all right
Stop your bitching
A home is a tunnel, at the end there's no light