Why do I even try anymore?
Just a ghost of the person I used to be
I go, come back, and go again
Each time more depressing than the last.
In many ways I've grown, but I've never felt more small
Shrinking into the shadows long before they're gone

I only want instant gratification
Yes, lately I've been fishing for compliments
when I should have been fishing for some confidence
If I'm lucky, I might settle for common sense
so I can understand all the consequences

My heart disintegrates a little more each day
I swallow my fear and feel the pain
Losing the ability to love sends me over the edge
My one last tie to sanity has been severed by it.

I'm growing older and feeling dumber than ever before
Soon, my youth will be of no more
What is the point? I ask myself daily
Every hour spent feels like useless folly
Will I die? Or is it only a cruel lie
One set up on the basis of a foolish pride
Promising riches but you're never told how
no one survives to reach the other side.