01:33

What am I doing wrong.
why can't I be strong.

why am I such a loser.
I guess we can't be pick and choosers.

I've tried and tried to get a life.
but foolishly played with the knife.

I've always had this dream to one day feel empowered.
but it doesn't feel likely to happen because I am a coward.

taking care of myself is a 100% job day and night.
I don't think I could have children because I'm not doing my job right.

I've always wondered if someone would choose me.
even if it would happen I doubt that id let it be.

I had suicidal thoughts yesterday.
hopelessly dreaming of someone taking me away.

I do not feel appreciated.
and I just get frustrated.

I do not know what I am doing.
everything I touch I ruin.

searching for daylight

I wish to feel light.

all through the night.

then I remember my weight.

and I don't feel right.

if only I could fight.

but my future has never looked bright.

I wish I wouldn't be stuck in fright.

then I could take on flight.

and I wouldn't need a knight.

that would be a beautiful sight.

I'm sick of being polite.

no one understands me unless I write.

now my lip I must bite.

if I'm to be alright.

I no longer need to fear the spotlight.

because in my hands I hold the might.

sometimes history I'd like to rewrite.

but that wouldn't bring me here tonight.

I don't care if ready I'm not quite.

I must I shall I will be alright.