Why am I always lost inside my head?
I try so hard but I always feel like I’m better off dead.
Why can’t the masquerade just give it a rest?
It seems to be more calm but I’m dreading what could happen next.
All I really ever feel is melancholy or despair.
And I can’t get it out of my head that no one cares.
So why can’t I find it in me to breathe some fresher air?
I guess I always knew I’d be distraught cause the fight was always unfair.