trying to remember where I'm heading
but the past pulls me back in every time
i'm drowning in nostalgia and unanswered questions
the faded ceilings tell my story
but i can't write the ending in time
and ends, always incoming

he asked her what her wish is
he'll fulfill it
she said just once
once in my life I want to walk out and not be laughed at
live and not wanna die
so, please
make me the way they  want me to be

he said
she wants you to be skinny
he wants you to be fat
so what do you want to be

the pain from punching the wall
i can't feel them
what i feel is more than than
knuckles are bleeding
heart is shattering
head is breaking
thoughts are overflowing
soul is ripping

Don't stress over what you can't control...you're only wasting time and energy. I know it's easier said than done but the more you keep thinking about the uncontrollable elements of your life...the more you will hamper the controllable parts of your life.