Lift your head up, stop looking through the clouds
I was always told that self loathing is not allowed
I can't see straight, not any more than you can
But I still have this sticker on my head that says
"I'm the kid with all the issues"
And when I see myself five years from now
I'd like to think that I won't still be down
Until then, I'm left bearing this weight
The rooms walls keep caving in, as my mind fights off decay
I can't think about anything else other than
Wanting to break this chain link fence all around myself
I wish that I could hate you as as much
As I hate the feel of my own empty shell
Why can't you see me for me?
Why can't I let myself be okay
Why can't you see me for me?
I think I'm finally starting to feel okay
Is this what you wanted?
A deer in the headlights with nowhere to run away
Is this what you wanted?
I think I'm finally starting to feel okay