
Crying in my pillow
2 o’clock in the morning
Thinking how much I hate myself
And my stupid fucking life
Wishing I wasn’t so fucking weird
Knowing time don’t turn back
Counting none my blessings
Measuring up to worthless
I don’t know where I’m going
But I sure know where I’ve been
And I’m tired of playing this no win game
I don’t see the point of it anymore
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