Infinite Loops Lyrics

Picture a boy,??? by himself
Riddled with guilt, but still too proud to tell
Well raised, but in later days hell-raise
Wondering if human nature is like this for everyone else
Blame it on the white, blame it on city lights
Blame it on the Devil, but he is never pushing the pedal it's true
So get a clue and embrace your blues when they come looking for you
Two track mind