Half-Empty

I started thinking this was bad luck
But now I'm sure its a curse
It seems like every move I make
There's a scheme in the works
And its just getting worse

Wish it could just let me be
An optimist that doesn't have to believe
There's something fucking haunting me
Pulling the strings
The pessimist I am is setting the scene
This nauseating routine

Jingling keys
Shadows staring with glee
Can't tell if this is a dream
This nauseating routine

I started thinking this was bad luck
But now I'm sure its a test
My demons sing me to sleep
They rest their weight on my chest
They'll never let me forget
That this is my fault
I invited them in
Every thought that something's haunting me
Pulling the strings
The pessimist I am is still pulling teeth
To keep my demons next to me

I am nothing without the voices in my head
I am half-empty
I am a failure filled with dread