This is so depressing, but I feel okay, really, I do.
Got so much going on inside my head
I’m afraid it’s going to explode
Taking on the weight of the rest of my life
Trying to predict the future
It may be one step at a time
But I’m already worrying about the detours.
Struggled my entire life
With who I think I am
Wondering what people see in me
And felt like I had to change.
Finally reached the point where
I don’t care.
And yet, I’m always waiting
for the other shoe to drop.
