After 22 years I've collected my fears
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
And I can't help but feel low as I'm waiting for time to slow I don't think you should be so proud
Cause I lost my mind while my head left for the clouds
Some days I just wish that I had more to say
Some days I just wish that I could drift away
What if I was made for better?
What if I'm a f*cking waste?
What if 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 of me
And when the waves come crashing in
I am nothing now let that sink in
I am no one