Just somthing random I came up with
Something In Me
Shaking inside
And feeling stupider every time I do something
I just can't get anything right
It's all wrong
It's my fault
I try to be optimistic
And it gets shoved in my face
And sends me crying in the open spaces of my mind
And this world
My thoughts are flying
'Round and 'round in circles
Going up to come crashing down
Dragging my feelings around
And shoving all my faults in my face
Making sure I know I'm amiss, awry, and broken on the inside
I try to believe that there's something in me worth having
But there's always someone to prove me wrong
Once I start to really believe (oh I want to believe)
That there's something really there
My thoughts are flying
'Round and 'round in circles
Going up to come crashing down
Dragging my feelings around
And shoving all my faults in my face
Making sure I know I'm amiss, awry, and broken on the inside
Now I'm sure there's nothing left
But there was nothing ever there
So what's to hold to?
It's a blank, empty canvas
Marred by its own self
To never be filled
Something no one would want
Give me a chance
To do something right
To see there's something there (God I want to know there's something)
Besides these tears and lost thoughts
Something to be proud of
Something not defective and fallacious
Just give me a little something (oh just a little)
To live for before I die
My thoughts are flying
'Round and 'round in circles
Going up to come crashing down
Dragging my feelings around
And shoving all my faults in my face
Making sure I know I'm amiss, awry, and broken on the inside
I'm left to my own demise
To silently sit and watch my thoughts collapse
And encase me in them
Forever enchained to my miserable thoughts
Dieing slowly from the inside
And waiting for someone to notice the dieing struggle
Before there's not an endeavor left