I tried to tell you how I feel today.
And after that, all I heard were
excuses. You don't hear me either.
I say I don't want to talk about it.
I just want help. You want to talk.
I tried to tell you how I feel today.
And all you made were your silly
excuses. You need to get out more.
I've been out with friends before.
I still felt the same, and if not that,
I felt worse realizing how unhappy
I truly was. Even with people here.
It's not my room, my depression
My sadness is not only confined
To the four walls where I find
myself residing every single night.
It hasn't started in this house either.
It's something that's walked with me
For many years. And now, mother.
I tried to talk to you today, and still
all I heard were excuses. I tried &
Mom I guess that's all that matters.
When I finally came to you for help
I didn't need to hear how proud
you are of me. Not even how far
I could go in life. My worry was
not how far I'd make it in the future.
When I came to you I needed you
in the now. Not tomorrow. Not next
week. And not a year from now.
I tried to tell you today, and I guess
I failed since all I heard were excuses
And now all that matters is how
Sorry I am, because at least you know
now, but mom I really tried this time.
