Songtext von Problem

I don't wanna talk about it, if I talk then I'll get mad you don't want to see that I don't wanna think about it, cause that makes me want to drink, that's what got me here I think Come on, come on, when you feel like nothing nothing that you feel feels good Come on, come on, just another day in Mister Rogers neighborhood Pass the Prozac please, I'm so bummed that I can't see so I called up Dr. Drew and I asked him what to do he said I needed help oh my God I think I got a problem, I don't wanna get out of bed I think I got a problem problem problem Yaa I'm messed up in the head but I should be cool tomorrow I think I got a problem, yaa I need a little help I think I got a problem problem problem I can't fix this by myself But I should be cool tomorrow, I should be cool tomorrow It can't get any worse today