I'm apparently never alone, but how come I face everything on my own. Go out by myself with some high hopes on my phone. I think I'm meant to be temporary, I can't even find my main accessory. Why does this world gotta be difficult?
Life's been rough, my angered urges are too tough. No one actually knows how I'm feeling, they see me drinking but they don't see me dealing. I'll smile and ask you're doing, I'll play it off I know that's kind of confusing. Now I'm struggling and feel like it's my own security I'm abusing. Difficult time to express in words, I'll learn because I'm still too "young"
But lately us young ones kind of have it the worse.