There's Something The Matter With Me, or is that what I want to believe? Why do I torture myself? Why can't I trust anyone else? Why do I live through this hell, or do you think that I just can't tell that I could be happy too? Be just as boring as you?
Something's the matter when there's nothing the matter with me. Nothing's the matter when there's something the matter with me. Something's the matter, when there nothing the matter with me, so What's The Matter with me?