Sometimes I feel like a weed

Lost and lonely

Sometimes I feel like a weed

Sick and homely

Out of place in a bed of roses

And things would be better if I was dead

Sometimes I feel like a weed

Always looking for a buzz

Sometimes I feel like a weed

My brain full of fuzz

About as useful as a worn shoe

Bright as lead

Sometimes I feel like a weed

But even weeds have flowers