Nervous Breakdown (Black Flag)

I’m about to have a nervous breakdown
My head really hurts
If I don’t find a way out of here
I’m gonna go berserk cause
I’m crazy and I’m hurt
Head on my shoulders
It’s going… Berserk!
I hear the same old talk talk talk
The same old lines
Don’t do me that today
Yeah if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get out of my way
Cause, I’m crazy and I’m hurt
Head on my shoulders
Going… Berserk!
I won’t apologize
For acting outta line
You see the way I am
You leave any time you can cause
I’m crazy and I’m hurt
Head on my shoulders
Going… Berserk!
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
I don’t care what you fuckin’ do!
I don’t care what you fuckin’ say!
I’m so sick of everything
I just want to… Die!

Estou quase como o sujeito que escreveu essa letra. Eu não aguento mais essas linhas de comando na minha frente, nem ouvir falar em sistemas de monitoração, bancos de dados e servidores de backup. Maldita hora que eu desisti de tocar piano pra jogar futebol, depois desisti do futebol pra virar nerd. I’m so sick of everything e tenho náusea.