A Good Friend to Me

Sometimes I just can't control my thoughts and no medication's ever made them stop.
All I think about is everything I'm not instead of everything I got.

Cause sometimes I just feel like I'm a freak.
When I wake up, I just don't like what I see.
All the way from my head right down to my feet.
I wish that I thought differently.

Another day, the voice inside my head that's telling me I'm okay.
Entertain it for a second, then I push it away.

I'm scared they're all laughing, so I make the joke first.
If I beat 'em to the punchline, then I can't get hurt. Right?

I don't know how to be a good friend to me, but I swear to God I'm trying.