I'm so frustrated at myself
you have no clue what you're doing
No creativity, no soul, no truth
Just going through the motions
I thought guys were the problem
no the problem is myself
I was so happy but what happened
I feel hurt, broken, annoyed
My future is so cloudy.
My present is so manipulated
Ignoring my problems through music
Where's the crafty girl I know
I'm frustrated and angry
Bruises on my head
I'm acing my classes but I'm so fake.
I'm faster but not stronger.
Where is the girl I know