So ya'll don't stress about tomorrow
more pain, more sorrow
I'm weak, I'm pressured and I...
I can't even elaborate what I want to say
I'm scared to live another day
I fear "what's" coming up
or actually "what's" not coming up
I'm crying
and my other emotions are dying
I should have known
that me as a failure would be shown
I said I am happy by mistake
Everything you see was fake
Your vision is clear
your passion has no fear
but I for one can't deal no more
I feel miserable and everything is sore
Sleepless nights and captivating frights
some anxiety every midnight
I think about "what's" next
EVERY horrible text
EVERY bad day to come
acting to care for some
but no I think it's time
I give up, Is eternal rest a crime?