Maybe it's the loneliness that's ******* me up.
Or maybe it's the fact that i'll never be good enough.
All these passersby, making their way through these blurry nights.
Is this how it's supposed to be?
It's just my fate it seems.
Walking around with my heart on my sleeve is harder than it seems.
Dodging every bullet to try not to break again.
I'll try my best to make it past these bends.
As i keep my eyes glued to the floor to hide my reflection.
While i'm searching for my sense of direction.