Texas Chain Store Manager

Do you believe me? I'm feeling out of control I think my brain got the best of me And I can't grab hold I'm working on finding peace inside my head Instead of the same old outlook of Thinking I was dead Oh I don't I have it in me I'm stuck in a rut of a lot of things to do And I know god hates my guts Wait, I'm not ready to be I'm not ready to see the darker side of me again I can't construct the words to slide me over The thin ice I guess the loneliness will suffice Oh I don't I have it in me I'm stuck in a rut of a lot of things to do And I know god hates my guts Oh you're all out to get me No one's on my side I'm terrified that you think that I'm Gonna hate your guts