Not sure of where I am
Not sure of where I'm supposed to be.
Trying to fit in
Is like trying to be a new me.
Because sometimes all I want to do
Is lay on my bed and scream,
With my head between my knees,
In excruciating agony,
Shaking and wondering where I would be
If I were where
I'm supposed to be.
Not sure of who I am
Not sure of who I'm supposed to be.
Trying to move on
Is harder than it ever seems.
Because sometimes all I want to do
Is lay on my bed and scream,
With my head between my knees,
In excruciating agony,
Shaking and wondering who I would be
If I were who
I'm supposed to be.
Not sure of why I am
Not sure of why I came to be.
Hoping I am found
While I continue falling.
Because sometimes all I want to do
Is lay on my bed and scream,
With my head between my knees,
In excruciating agony,
Shaking and wondering if I should be
And if there is a reason
That I had came to be.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC
Not sure of where I am
Not sure of where I'm supposed to be.
Trying to fit in
Is like trying to be a new me.
Because sometimes all I want to do
Is lay on my bed and scream,
With my head between my knees,
In excruciating agony,
Shaking and wondering where I would be
If I were where
I'm supposed to be.
Not sure of who I am
Not sure of who I'm supposed to be.
Trying to move on
Is harder than it ever seems.
Because sometimes all I want to do
Is lay on my bed and scream,
With my head between my knees,
In excruciating agony,
Shaking and wondering who I would be
If I were who
I'm supposed to be.
Not sure of why I am
Not sure of why I came to be.
Hoping I am found
While I continue falling.
Because sometimes all I want to do
Is lay on my bed and scream,
With my head between my knees,
In excruciating agony,
Shaking and wondering if I should be
And if there is a reason
That I had came to be.
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