Singing to Bad Rhymes

I’m counting the seconds down to a close

Is it easier if I didn’t care for those?

When I try to be something to someone

Scared of my own self loathing down, second to none

Maybe I should chalk it up to bad luck

Missing the voice that tells me when to duck

Trapped in all my frustration

Tripping over myself in all my hesitation

I’m shaking so much when I can’t say what I mean

Some days I just want to hide away where I can’t be seen

Is it too much to ask for something good to come along?

That everything I feel inside isn’t so wrong

I sing alone to myself in the night hoping that it sounds beautiful

Facing most of my self is not my agenda to be truthful

It hurts so much deeper when I can’t get out of here

I don’t want to die here, in my own worst fear

Can you say the same that you’ve all been there?

That when you wake up it’s a trial to wake here

To stand so tall and say it’s no trouble

Making it through each day without seeing double

I’m so tired of feeling so worn out and dragged about

Fighting always and feeling the uphill struggle of doubt

I tend to make things worse, always afraid of being worse

My paranoia is tried and again without another course

What is it to be strong when I can’t figure out what’s wrong?

I can’t look at myself in the mirror without hearing that song

About all the times that I could have been out of that void

The strain and hurt I feel when I strain my voice