Stuck in my head lounge music in the background
I look around at all the people I have let down
So many faces in the pages of my storybook
Half of them still have faith in me
The other half has given up
And why wouldn't they
I am a letdown people who love me
Slowly watch me try to find a noun
Instead of find a job or
Enough credits to graduate
I can barely finish what is on my
Fucking dinner plate
I sit in my dirty room writing soliloquies
About the breeze to a warm autumn tune
Try to forget all the problems i’ve caused
If I think about them too much I feel so lost
And why is life so anethetical
My depression and anxiety they make me skeptical
How can anyone be content with the thought of wishing
If I can't make myself happy,then what's the point of living
I just want to be the person they say I can be
But the longer I look in the mirror
The more tears run down my cheeks
So i’ll continue to write in this notebook that I keep
But I know down deep inside my sadness plays on repeat