What can I do with my life? What can I do with my life? What can I do with my life?
Why is it always me? Why am I always facing this kind of shit? I want to run. Run and hide from this. I really want to. But I know I can't. Can't run any more. No where to run to. No where to hide.
I can never be enough. I can't ever be the best. To leave or to stay, isn't that my choice? I hate me. I hate being me.
This is stressing me out. When will i break down?
I am not me anymore. I can't be me anymore. Because I know it's not enough.
