It's not that I want to **** myself,
Because I don't,
I really don't
I don't want to **** myself,
And I won't.
It's just that I don't care anymore.
And it sounds bad now but you'll surely understand why,
It's not a must -- that I don't care anymore
but all I do is cry
I am so, so tired.
And the thoughts in my brain are all so together planned and wired.
I don't know how to keep up
I want to keep up
I don't know what I want, honestly I don't
But I promise you that I'm trying so please believe me as my feelings pile up,
As I believe I'm such a ***** up,
As I believe I should just shut up,
As I believe I should stop complaining and grow up.