During the lowest points of our lives,
we think of how things would be different if we tried.
But right now I just need to see my friends.
Honestly, I’m fucking dead without them.
And again my heart has dropped to my feet
( My heart’s dropped to my feet, it’s dropped to my feet)
when I realized that I’m not what people think I should be
(I’m not what you think I am, and I’ll never be what you want me to be).
And again I can hardly fucking breathe
(I can’t fucking breathe, can’t you fucking see?).
I’ve only got myself to blame for this defeat.
I can’t compete with defeat.
“Tomorrow will be different. From now on Ill take those risks”, I say it over in my head with a heart full of hope and two clenched fists.
This time I’ll try not to fuck it up.
But who am I kidding? I’ve always lived this way.
The air is getting colder and this town isn’t helping.
It is such a fucking waste when another day’s another problem faced. Right now I’ve got a song in my head.
Right now, I’ve got a pen in my hand.
Right now, I’m going to let it all out.
And they still won’t understand.
I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.
And I am not sorry.