What Is Wrong with You?

and they keep asking "what is wrong with you?" and i can't explain it myself should've asked years ago now i've been like this for too long and i feel like there's no turning back but they keep asking again and again it doesn't really help, you know isn't it obvious? it's written on my fucking face it's in the looks i give you isn't it obvious? i am a living dissonance i'm disgusted by myself, yet i'm better than everyone else i want to end it all, yet i'm still hoping for something good i'm tired of loving a ghost, but i can't betray it by finding someone else i am a living dissonance