I try too hard
I set myself up for disappointment
Nothing I do works for you
I feel too stupid
I feel too smart
I feel too good
and not good enough.
I go in circles.
I blame my feelings on other things
I blame my doubt on PMS
(I blame the yelling on that too)
I never wonder why I'm always sick,
because I know it's because of stress
because it's too hard to lose something
once you finally get it back.
I'll never get that call..
sickly sings the
DeathOfBeauty...
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