pretty occupied has been my mind lately
those thoughs inside my head were plenty
why I was so mad I remember vaguely
yet I still felt like I was empty
you could say I was complicated
one day you would know
how easily I could get irritated
and how deeply I could sink low
what was the point of trying
why was I so determined to stay
saying I don't love you would be lying
and for me to do that there was no way
I happen to be the thing I despise
sadly I'm the one I hate the most
maybe sometime I'll let myself rise
and hopefully one day I'll reach the coast
