It's been over a month since I've done this.
And I'm still stuck on my bullshit.
Songs going nowhere, people leaving everywhere.
Making me feel stressed, making me pull out my hair.
And if I dare be happy,
Life drags and kicks me.
Blinding me, cannot see
The future or my reality
And I get that I'm a bit dramatic...
But I might just take my final exit.
Making this shit up as I go along.
Stuck in school, venting through this song.
No inspiration, creativity fading.
Got 4 different stories I need to be making.
Thoughts burn through my mind like the books I read in class.
Fahrenheit 451 has got my mind feel like ass.
There's no point in even trying...
There's no point in even trying, if stress has me crying.
