I'm a stranger in my own little world
Where I wander from a nowhere to another
Mostly full of people
Who talk without talking
As I perform the same actions and emotions as yesterday

I leave everything behind for the day
Only to return to my home
That keeps getting smaller
Everytime I return to it

Love like you're emotionally unavailable
Sing like you really don't want to
Dance like everybody is looking and you feel very uncomfortable
Live like you have a repeatingly boring life

We are all the same
Without being it

Feelings are universal
But experienced differently

You only truly care
When what you love is gone

Relatable things
Will always hurt the best

Eternally repeating mistakes
And picking up bad habits

Doing nothing
Is easier than doing something

You hate clichés
And clichés hate you

We are all different
Without being it

Born to do something
But forced to do something else

Desperatly trying to feel
Desperatly trying fit
Desperatly trying to be

Someone
Who exists inside of
Me

I have created myself a habit
where I only seem to be ******* up

I want to beat myself
for never hitting you up

My intentions are always right
but my actions are never enough

Do it yourself

Stuck in an eternal timeloss
consumed by everyday
Only spending time
by killing it the same way

The world is full opportunities
and I am not where I want to be
I look in the mirror
and wonder who's looking back at me

Life begins when I leave the shower