Haven't Been Doing So Well

It's a day with a 'Y' in it so obviously I'm over it I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired And I've tried not to worry and I've tried being sorry For being born in the wrong place and wrong time 'Cause I've been messed up, stressed out, talking to myself again Locked up, left out, terrified of everything Wound up, found out, waiting 'round for something to give Don't you ever wake up and suspect That you were simply never cut out to be The kind of person they expect The person you intended to be? And I keep it all in with my idiot grin And I'm doing my best but there's very little left So cut me some slack if I crawl back into my shell I haven't been doing so well I haven't been doing so well I got a brand new name for an old, old friend The doctor said it's anxiety And it makes a lot of sense 'cause I've been so tense Some days, I find it difficult to see 'Cause I've been hemmed in, penned down, struggling to find myself Caved in, cut down, scared of everybody else Dragged in, dragged down, searching for a reason to live Don't you ever wake up and suspect That you were simply never cut out to be The kind of person they expect The person you intended to be? And I keep it all in with my idiot grin And I'm doing my best but there's very little left So cut me some slack if I crawl back into my shell I haven't been doing so well Couldn't you tell? And if self-loathing was a sport I'd be Muhammad Ali 'Cause I can sting like a butterfly and sink like a bee But they don't hand out medals to monsters like me Oh well I haven't been doing so well And maybe I could do with some help I haven't been doing so well And maybe I could do with some help 'Cause every day I wake up and suspect That I was simply never cut out to be The kind of person they expect The person I intended to be 'Cause I'm not Joe Strummer, not Muhammad Ali Not a teacher, not a builder, just uncomfortable me And maybe, just maybe, I'll admit that I could use a little help I haven't been doing so well