After 22 years I've collected my fears
And I don't think that I was made for this
Cause sometimes i forget my name
And leave my thoughts to pull apart my brain
I can't help but feel low as time begins to slow
I don't think that you should be so proud
Cause I lost my mind while my head left for the clouds
Sometimes I just wish that I had more to say
Sometimes I just wish that I could drift away
What if I was made for better?
What if I'm a f*cking waste?
What I was made for better?
What if I'm a f*cking waste?
How can I cast my heart out to sea when there's a sickening hole inside me?
And when the waves come crashing in I am nothing now let that sink in
I am no one