Lack Of Prozac Lyrics - Spiritual Beggars

You see me as a looser 

You see me as a clown 

You see me as a drinker 

Well I see you as a whore 

She runs after signs 

She runs with a lie 

She said she needed space 

But that was just an excuse to run away 

I had swallowed too much pain 

I had to ventilate some hate 

Amongst sissy pop-rock stars 

My fist started to talk