There Must Be Something Wrong

There is nothing fucking wrong,
So why am I playing pretend?
I feel like everything is right,
But I want this bullshit to end.

It is all completely perfect,
So why can't I fucking stand?
We all know that I am fine,
But I'm still here reaching for a hand.

I am most certainly okay,
So why can't I fucking sleep?
I know I'm really happy,
So why do I feel so beat?