I'm just a confused teenager.

Everyday is a bad hair day;
Everyday is a struggle to get out of bed.

Sometimes I can't find my pencil in class;
Sometimes I can't find my razor blade at night.

I like to dream of traveling the world;
I also like to dream of what it would be like to not exist.

I go to school and I go to work;
I hate myself and I hate others.

I'm just a confused teenager
Who has no idea what to with her life.