It seems I'm destined to be an outcast.
Why can't anything ever last?
I'm probably just too focused on the past.
I feel like I'm ready to make this breathe my last.
But the reality of it is that I don't wanna die.
I'm just so ******* sick of fake friends and lies.
I know that giving up is pathetic.
But lately I've been feeling the opposite of copacetic.
But when you're always left wandering alone,
You start losing hope for ever finding home.
I wanna get up and live the life of my dreams.
I don't need much just use your key.
Searching for someone to unlock my heart.
But it seems again I'm falling apart.
What makes this time different is I'm a little bit stronger.
So I'll get up again and try a little bit longer.