Bottle Rocket.

Sometimes I don't think I can deal with life.
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep at night.
They always call me whatever they want
The pressure's building, like a bottle rocket
Ready to launch

I'm getting headaches every morning and
Backaches every night
I'm so sick crying, lying
And putting up a fight
Everything they say
I take personally
My depression is getting
The best of me

What's wrong with me?

I can't control my thoughts
And they're holding me hostage
I'm emotionally hurting
And mentally exhausted
I'm not as happy as I seem
I'm crying in my head
This is not normal.

What's wrong with me?