I'm doing the best I can
With everything I am
But I am always told
They don't give a ****

I try my hardest to succeed
But there is a part of me
That wants to run away
And say I need to be freed

So I pick up my pieces
And stood up tall
I gather myself once more
Recovered from my fall

The negative effect,
Can affect what you see,
Like the way you feel,
And the way you like to heal.
The negative effect,
Is a choice,
You either believe and succeed,
Or you let negativity consume you,
Until there's nothing left to bleed.