Disgusted by the face that I see every day
But the person in the mirror never looks the same
I try and try to change the things I don't like
But the dislikes just seem to keep multiplying
How can I go on pretending I'm okay
When not so deep down I'm searching for a getaway.
Whether it's wishing on a star or praying to God
I'm looking for answers to questions I've long since forgot
I don't even know why I feel this way
So when somebody asks, what the hell am I supposed to say?
Even when it's sunny, I feel it raining around me
The clouds cover the light and darkness surrounds me
I'm confused about what I should be doing in life
So many ambitions, but nothing seems right.
I'm desperately waiting for something to change
It feels like time is running out and hope is starting to fade
Why does it have to be that suffers?
Is this some kind of sick joke or does this fit in with my purpose?
