i bet i look pretty when i cry
yeah i get it i'm weak you don't have to rub it in my face
every time it feels like i might be getting better life pulls a cruel trick and swipes the carpet from underneath my feet
i don't know what i'm doing anymore it's like i'm walking into mirrors
"can someone tell me that they're proud of me"
at this point it's just pathetic to kick me when i'm down
i'm tired of believing. i'm tired of trying. how do i not pour my heart into everything i do.
sometimes it feels like i'm one gust of wind away from crumbling into pieces.