Psychward Blues

Got a knife in my heart and a knife in my back, a knife in my hand and a knife to my wrist
Slit my wrist down to my hips and the problem is I don't feel shit

I cried out for help and y'all said move, life won't play the game how I choose
Blood on my socks and blood on my shoes, I just sing the psych ward blues

And I don't care about what you say, and I don't care if you play it safe
The more I give the more I get caught and I'm not happy with what I got

I don't know how much more I can take and I don't know how much longer I can wait
I just know how much time I can waste, to clean this fucking mess I made