Because It’s Just Me.
25 and everyone’s still dancing around hugging using drugs.
Nothings changed in 10 years except the pain.
This quarter life crisis
has me drinking myself to sleep.
Feeling sick and like shit when i wake.
I can barely take another day.
It’s hard to breathe in L.A.
Lost i cant find myself, i dug myself too deep.
A buried treasure no one will find to keep.
This world is as sad as me
but i don’t try finding myself in a dancing conformist crowd.
I stay alone to wallow
where my hearts supposed to be its hallow.
I’m tired of these people around me
I feel trapped by idiocracy
when will i be able to finally feel free.
For someone to finally accept me..
for me..
to accept me…
for me..
to accept me…
Dirty Laundry 