80

My mental stability reaches its bitter end And all my senses are coming unglued Is there any cure for this disease Someone called love Not as long as there are Girls like you Everything she does questions my mental health It makes me loose control I just can't trust myself If someone can hear me slap some sense in me But you turn your head and I end up talking to myself Anxiety has got me strung out and frustrated So I loose my head or bang it up against the wall Sometimes I wonder if I should be left alone And lock myself up in a padded room I'd sit and spew my guts out to the open air No one wants to hear a drunken fool I do not mind if this goes on Cause now it seems I'm too far gone I must admit I enjoy myself Eighty please keep taking me away --- 80 - Green Day