Someday I'll fight the battles
Inside me, I know I'll lose.
They have way more to choose
To fight with me.
My insecurities can't be numbered
No one real has discovered them.

One day I'll fight the battles
Inside me. I'll probably lose.
They have way more things to choose
Way more tools.
When the day comes.
I'll cry out where I'm coming from.
I'll call out "mayday".
No one will understand the way
To get to my heart
My mind, my soul.
They say "the prettiest eyes cry most"
I think it must be true
People say mine are beautiful.
I just don't see it.

So maybe I'll fight the battles
Inside me, even if I'll lose.
I don't have much to choose.
They have me by my neck.
I don't know what else to do.
I'll cry out "farewell"
I'll call out "farewell"
"Goodbye" if it happens again.

-3nwlry