*I don't know how to be myself
Because I do nothing except sleep and live
Being with myself is painful as it is
I don't even know how to be someone else.
All my life, I was fond of being alone
Spending nights at the dark staring at my phone
But now I thought I should be truthful to myself
And be myself, so I can be confident.
But it seems that nightmares comes back again
And dreams are nothing but an illusion
A delusion, I wish to be someone great
Someone who's not boring, someone real
Someone where I'd feel that i am not disgraceful
Someone that is not me, someone
Just someone is all I ask.
How can i live a life of rainbows and flowers
When I can't stand being myself for an hour
I should just get up and be like them
I'm jealous, but I cannot for the life of me
Just do what I need to do.
Shoulders with boulders
Moldered ways I cannot take,
I'm slowly getting older it's over
I rover around like a snake
Trying to contemplate in solitude
Hoping there's still a chance to fix myself
To heal myself, to be myself without falling
As failure's calling me, dragging me
Stopping me from reaching my goals.*
