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