Passion lost
Empty life
Wasting my time

Battered sense of direction
Scars run deeper by the day
Brace myself

Carry on
Know deep inside
Every effort is useless

I will drag you down with me

Behold the pessimist

Master of skepticism
Pitch black perception of reality
Cynic philosopher

Turns hope into despair
Always expect the worst
Patience about to burst


Painted up
The same routine

Dysphoria burns
As I go through the motions
My face won't betray my thoughts

Soon fed up
Sick and tired
This is my lot

It will never get better
Every day another grind


Always cogitating
Dissecting every circumstance
Worst-case scenarist

The troops of misery advance
Negative fixation
Constantly $$#ailed by strife

Perfectly content with losing
Failure is a way of life


Behold the pessimist
Master of skepticism
Pitch black perception of reality

Cynic philosopher
Turns hope into despair
Always expect the worst

Patience about to burst

Manic

You say I'm hopeless
So anti-social
Cannot perceive the real me


No gratification
Mock me cause I lack ambition

There is no way of changing
Eaten up by indecision


Waning inspiration
Hopelessness invades my soul
Weary from the chore

Life as a loser takes its toll