Distorfusion.

The world must be upside down
I feel bad when I sleep
and awful when I eat
I feel wrong seeing me
sometimes I even trust magazines

You see, all the things that are wrong
this world is doing right
I can’t always be strong
but I try to fight the fight

I’ve got a defence mechanism
For when I tremble with doubt
I have to use fictional people
if it’s not real I can pour my heart out

I pretend and hide that way
other people, their lives, other troubles
I have them, come whatever may

And all the things that are right
the world is doing wrong
I don’t like to fight
but I know I have to be strong

I don’t want to give up
I don’t want to make it
I just want to be me
without taking all of your shit.