till i'm gone

I'm a write a list of all the things I don't like about me, my sad ole self

I know I don't need to also it might be bad for me and my mental health

I try learning and searching for a life that I could lead

Runaway from the past but it's right behind me

Why can't I muster up the nerve just to take myself home (take myself home)

I keep writing these lines but don't know what they mean

I look in the mirror and don't like what I see

Who is this nuisance when did I start losing control

I may never figure it out till I'm gone

I suffocate myself I know I got to let me breathe