What me worry?

My soul is threadbare Like my holy underwear Hidden beneath my clothes Hidden so no one knows Nor will they ever Because I’ve been clever I chat, laugh and smile I always go that extra mile I’ll buy you all your drink Me depressed? You’d never think Living in a world of deceit I still have the receipt For the day I sold my soul But instead of diamonds I got coal Coal to diamonds under pressure But these wounds of mine only fester They’re fresh and they hurt I’m feeling useless as fucking dirt Worse than dirt cos there things grow Death is approaching but far to slow…