Let me have it all

sometimes i think,
I could be like jesus and save the worlds sin
or i could be like bowser, and steal your girlfriend
the whirlwind in my brain has twirled into a flame
the girl yelling my name's the one endearing the fame
and im infatuated with being a lame, the uncool kid
turned to a cool kid, a problem child, the one you shouldnt fool with
but you do, shit, what could he do? trip?
get mad?
isnt he the nerd who just randomly gets sad?
manic depressant, stuck in his stagnant progression,
victim of standard aggressions, he could relax and accept it,
but, nah
he'd rather fight it out,
but what is he to do when there's nothing to fight about?
doubt,
injected in every thought in his head,
remember back, when he thought he was dead
but im alive now.