I tell myself I'm better, the best I've ever been!
then why do I still feel the same?
a stranger in my skin,
I've lost all will to live, deserted my wishes to the wind.
I know in ways it's not so bad,
but who am I to win?
I tell myself I'm better, at least the best I'll ever get.
because when things go up,
they come back down,
and by then I'll be dead I bet.
not worried about it