No Hands No Chance

And even if i am depressive can i still live a life?
If a depressive personality is just chronic demise?
If im talking to a doctor i always feel like i should lie
If i can’t get well i might as well be the sickest one alive
Can i love you even though im clearly mental?
Even tho you’re probably definitely better off alone?
If you love me can u promise to be patient and to be gentl?
Cus the road to being vulnerabl is paved with broken bones
My borderline is telling me to freak out
My avoidant tells me to avoid the mess
My depression tells me sleep it off till next year
And my ocd repeats it all again again again
I am sick enough for 50 minutes once a week
Yet this is the first time that i’ve actually liked my shrink
I am sick enough for it to affect everything
How i talk and how i act and how i think how i speak how i
No hands no chance
Really was the truth
I should’ve known by 17
I would never be like you cus
No brain no pain
And i yearn for that for me
A life without thinking without doubting everything
No hands no chance
And with these tiny stumps
I’ll play music sing until i have no air in my lungs
No brain no pain
Yeah but no brain no songs
So i’ll just keep on playing keep on singing till im gone