I'm just going to write what's on my mind,
But I'll still make it rhyme, while still being blunt.
Why am I too good for where I am, but not enough for what I want.
And already I sound narcissistic, but I'm just making it simplistic.
My life's decent, there are no real struggles, so I don't want to complain.
It's just that I was always told I was meant for more, and for that I am filled with shame.
Yet, I'm still young and could still go far, but it's a longshot to hit the stars.
Especially when you're low on fuel,
And especially when you feel like a tool.
Especially when you're all alone
I like to call it a depression cone
Where it starts out as something really small
But it begins to snowball
Into something way out of proportion
And your mind takes your happiness through extortion
And those have always been my two big problems
Where am I going, and where have I been?
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
I'm just going to write what's on my mind,
But I'll still make it rhyme, while still being blunt.
Why am I too good for where I am, but not enough for what I want.
And already I sound narcissistic, but I'm just making it simplistic.
My life's decent, there are no real struggles, so I don't want to complain.
It's just that I was always told I was meant for more, and for that I am filled with shame.
Yet, I'm still young and could still go far, but it's a longshot to hit the stars.
Especially when you're low on fuel,
And especially when you feel like a tool.
Especially when you're all alone
I like to call it a depression cone
Where it starts out as something really small
But it begins to snowball
Into something way out of proportion
And your mind takes your happiness through extortion
And those have always been my two big problems
Where am I going, and where have I been?