having the worst time of my life
are you interested in joining the ride
or i guess you can watch from afar

why pull the glass from my feet
when i don't even care if i bleed
too busy carrying all the pieces of my heart

just another day of hard decisions
unpredictable conditions
but certain i'll feel sick to my stomach

it's not a question of desire
i've never been more tired
it's determining how much i want it

don't appreciate it till its gone
been 'selfish' for so long
now i get to live with myself everyday

know how i feel is unimportant
shouldn't need to be supported
but i'm weak and it makes me ashamed