i can feel my old friends slipping
and i'm becoming more distant to my family
in every phone call that we make
it's nobody's fault but mine
in every flaw exists i know i'm to blame
you can't cover it up calling me "whimsical"
i'm not pretty enough for my mistakes to be forgiven
i cant shake my existential guilt off
and i'm acting like a crybaby all the time
when my life is perfect and i still lack a backbone
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 5:59 AM UTC
i can feel my old friends slipping
and i'm becoming more distant to my family
in every phone call that we make
it's nobody's fault but mine
in every flaw exists i know i'm to blame
you can't cover it up calling me "whimsical"
i'm not pretty enough for my mistakes to be forgiven
i cant shake my existential guilt off
and i'm acting like a crybaby all the time
when my life is perfect and i still lack a backbone
