Imminent Bail Out

I get this problem in my head with no solution and my troubled mind wants me dead
Some they may hate me some are friends I got no time to kill and fuck around and sit in my shit

Where do I begin
Something's got to give

It's a lie, or the truth?
Protect us from our youth
It's a sign, what to do?
I should get away, get away from you

I'm trying to find out who I am with no illusions and my color-coated canvas is all red
I want to know just how it ends I want to know because
I never want to wind up here again

Mother Mary I am dying, it fucking hurts and I don't want to wind up dead
My heart bleeds I can't stop crying I'm out of words, locked up in the prison in my head
I got this problem in my head with no solution and my troubled mind wants me dead

Imminent fucking bail out!