I'm young, tired, and feeling useless.
Don't know where I'm gonna go,
But I wanna make the opportunity to become something.

I'm driving on this road with nowhere to go,
I guess it all depends on me and what I decide to do,
I can't even lift my hands in the morning,
So how am I suppose to write song for my demons?

Blank walls, tore down all my posters,
He told me that I was not good enough,
My dysphoria won't stop so,
how am I supposed to keep living alone?

I'm young, tired, and feeling useless.
Aren't you tired of me?
I've done nothing but sit here and dream.

The need for purpose becomes my purpose,
I hope it won't be this way forever,
But I wanna make the opportunity to become something.