I'm Just A Lonely Bumblebee And That's The Way I Like It

It would seem pointless to say that I'm a tortured soul, It's nothing as grandiose or romantic as all that. I merely feel horribly empty inside and I'm trying to convey the complete hollowness I feel. An attempt to explain why I'm such a contemptible asshole, keep in mind it's not an excuse or an apology - No, it's far too late for that. Collapsing, inwards into myself onto the floor inside my mind completely exhausted in the search for the stability I'll never fucking find. It's like a fuckin' schizophrenic lullaby, I want to sing hello but I always scream "goodbye" To anyone willing to deal with the mess of my overwhelming self-imposed Chernobyl loneliness. (I think I'm going insane) How did I ever end up like this? Please pull me from the abyss, No! Let me fall away into my new home, I think I want to fuckin' die alone (leave me the fuck alone).