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It’s a Freudian complex

The easier it is the harder I try to get out of it

I’m the first to admit it

When the cigarette’s lit only to be extinguished

It’s a groucho complex

You don’t love me anyway

You’re better of with out me (at least that’s what I’ll say)

It depends on the light I’m only suicidal tonight

On the outside looking in

My self destructisism’s my only fight

Cause I don’t play to win

Try to put my finger on it

Then frustrated put my fist through the sheetrock

Wish I could say it keeps me honest

But I know all in all

It has not come to grips with detachment disorder

Self diagnosis so don’t need to hear it from nobody

Then retire to my quarters

In the midst of a grip of what’d be perceived as OCDS

It depends on the light I’m only suicidal tonight

On the outside looking in

My self destructisism’s my only fight

Cause I don’t play to win