Текст песни Mental Health. - Tylerhateslife

I think about killing myself on the daily
Everyone loves, but I feel like they hate me
I can't explain the way that I feel
So everyone thinks that I hate them, I hate me

Blame myself for all of this hell
Mama would tell me I need to get help
But she isn't here 'cause she followed through
I guess that explains my mental health, health

I've been through hell
I used to fantasize about being like everyone else
But Satan took my mom away, my other mom just bailed
I haven't seen my sister since my dad was locked in the jail
Inside is all mine
I sit alone at night and cry in my studio

Begging God, "Please, just tell me why"
The only one that really cares is my wife
Don't get me wrong, she's all I need
But even she has a family
Who am I supposed to talk to

When I got questions about being a father nobody responds to?
I'm tired of learnin' on my own
I just want my kids to grow up in a happy home
They're happier when daddy's home
But they would rather see me work a nine to five
You can't afford to sacrifice, just give up all your dreams and die
But tell your kids that they can fly
I wonder why we always fightin', why I'm at an all-time

Faith broken
Fate knockin'
They're loathin'
I'm never getting older
This moment is misjudged
Can you focus, this feeling that it's over?

I think about killing myself on the daily
Everyone loves, but I feel like they hate me
I can't explain the way that I feel
So everyone thinks that I hate them, I hate me

Blame myself for all of this hell
My mama would tell me I need to get help
But she isn't here 'cause she followed through
I guess that explains my mental health, health

I've been through hell
These voices tellin' me that I'll never get out of my cell
I used to walk the hallways and I talked to myself
Now I got people always tryna tell me they proud
I don't believe you, I've never seen you
I'll never please you, I never need you

So please relieve you, I'm pleased to leave you
Here's a review, your heart is see-through
It's hard to see through
If I'm beneath you, then let me redo
I need some peace to breathe, 'cause everybody's countin' on me
And sometimes I just can't sleep
My mind's got me on my knees

I've never thought my life would come to this
I know that Jesus made me for a purpose, but I feel I may succumb to this
Pressure in my head, you're better off dead
I'm a mess, what's success if you got no one left to share it with?