Wish me luck in my grave
Its okay.
I mean nothing
And that makes me insane.
But who cares
I'm just second anyways.
I'm sorry I'm hated
I'm sorry I'm nothing
I'm sorry I feel these feelings
Don't think nothing.
Don't think it matters
Cause I only be second.
Just look the other way
As though something be sparklen.
We all have our rough days
We all have our bads
We all have our things that make us be sad.
But I be constantly feeling abused
By these sad feelings
That get other amused.
You laugh
You smile.
I'm sorry I'm broken
I'm sorry damaged
I didn't mean to be this way
It just happened, okay.
You be stressing me out everyday
As though something might change
And I wait cause I'm stupid
But hey that's okay.
And I'm sorry I feel this way
But nothing going to change
On how I see you
The way I see you each day.