Eat me plz

If I can't make myself feel better
then how can I expect anyone else to give a shit
and I scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere
just get me past this dead and eternal snow

because I swear that I am dying, slowly but it's happening
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere
just take me there and lie to me and say it's going to be alright
it's going to be alright, yeah you worry too much kid,
it's going to be alright.