I'm very confused
I don't even know myself
I wonder who will?

Well, that's me.

It *****
When I did nothing wrong
Nothing at all
And I've got dragged into this deep ****
You've created
And now I'm dragging my weary soul all around

I did not do anything to deserve
All this torment
And on Monday
I have to pretend nothing happened
Or pretend everything's fine

When it's not alright
I hate pretending
And you forced me into it
And I did nothing to deserve all this.

I've so much
**** ****
To sort out right now
And you keep adding
Adding
Adding
On to the list

I wish that the tree
Would have fallen ******* me
Then I won't come back.

Days like this
Happen too often now
They chase the joy
I used to have
I tried to pull it back
But they leave
From all this ****
I can burst
And never come back again

I have two choices
Two cards in my hands.

One is to face all my problems
And think.
But that's a bad choice,
Cause I'll over think.
And then I'll crumble
I'll start to sink.

The next choice is to run away
Pretend these are just small matters.
It seems like a better choice,
Cause that's meant for cowards.
Cowards like me
That hide all the time.

It's either one,
So I'll pick the latter.
It's a safer bet
From both dangerous matters.