Maybe I don't listen enough
Forever cursed to ponder the many confusions of reality
Why am I me
Why do I think and feel the way I do
Why can't I just not exist
Why

I feel like I am in a box I can't escape from squeezing me till I lose my breath, just to open up just enough to give me some form of hope

A nightmare that I'm stuck in, at least till death does us apart
Nothing I say about me is ever quite right
But then why do I even get to be me, if I don't understand me

Why am I forced to suffer, just because I exist the way I do

What point is this supposed to make
I don't think I can take it any longer