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I have, everything I want
I have, everything I need
Nothing, is going wrong
I have, many awesome friends
I have, a job I don’t hate
Nothing, is going wrong
So why do I feel
Still so anxious?
Why do I feel so
hopeless?
My Eyes are lying again
I’m so sick of blindfolds
I need a new pair of eyes
In the Meantime
How do I find
A way to appreciate, my life?
Some days, I hate my life
Some days, I want to die
But nothing, is going wrong.
Some days, I’m stressed
Some days, I cry
But nothing's going wrong
So why do I feel
Still so anxious?
Why do I feel so
hopeless?
My Eyes are lying again
I’m so sick of blindfolds
I need a new pair of eyes
In the Meantime
How do I find
A way, to, appreciate, my life?
I don’t want to feel this way anymore
I feel so fucking selfish always sinking through the floor
There was a time when these feelings were valid and real
But that was long ago yet this depression won’t heal
So I pushed myself into a space where I can excel
Helping to grow a scene that I now know very well
New London is the place where I myself got some help
The least I can do is help it grow, along with myself
So why do I feel
Still so anxious?
Why do I feel so
hopeless?
My eyes are lying again
I’m so sick of blindfolds
I need a new pair of eyes
In the Meantime
How do I find
A way to appreciate, my life?
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I have, everything I want
I have, everything I need
Nothing, is going wrong
I have, many awesome friends
I have, a job I don’t hate
Nothing, is going wrong
So why do I feel
Still so anxious?
Why do I feel so
hopeless?
My Eyes are lying again
I’m so sick of blindfolds
I need a new pair of eyes
In the Meantime
How do I find
A way to appreciate, my life?
Some days, I hate my life
Some days, I want to die
But nothing, is going wrong.
Some days, I’m stressed
Some days, I cry
But nothing's going wrong
So why do I feel
Still so anxious?
Why do I feel so
hopeless?
My Eyes are lying again
I’m so sick of blindfolds
I need a new pair of eyes
In the Meantime
How do I find
A way, to, appreciate, my life?
I don’t want to feel this way anymore
I feel so fucking selfish always sinking through the floor
There was a time when these feelings were valid and real
But that was long ago yet this depression won’t heal
So I pushed myself into a space where I can excel
Helping to grow a scene that I now know very well
New London is the place where I myself got some help
The least I can do is help it grow, along with myself
So why do I feel
Still so anxious?
Why do I feel so
hopeless?
My eyes are lying again
I’m so sick of blindfolds
I need a new pair of eyes
In the Meantime
How do I find
A way to appreciate, my life?
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