Messed Up Sometimes the worlds hazy I think I'm going to go crazy The day starts out mild but then it turns wild Most of the time its bad And I'm never glad to be alive Is life suppose to be this way day after day Cloudy and grey I hear voices in my head When I go to bed It's the people of the dead Sometimes I feel it I know its there and it likes to wear the face of death I can't feel it whole But I know it wont go It's a fantastic feeling When your willing To know it's killing you inside When you hide from the world