Pens and needles dig deep within my skin.
I feel the pain over and over again.
Failures from the past and present.
Not good enough, but a waste of time.
Why do I try, when I fail?
When your words wrap in my head.
Tears shine in my eyes, but you couldn't care.
Even though you are always there.
You've left me to my despair and called me weak.
Maybe so my anxiety does these things,
but I'm still strong enough to face each day.
But what you don't know is the day, when I'm gonna leave.
That way you can't see, or feel my failures, or bring me deeper down.
Because I'm already my best couch, because I'm going back over my plays all day.
I don't need no one else to tell me, I'm a mistake.
Because that's what always keeps me awake, the pain, the shame.
I don't want to stay this way.
So that's why I left my past a long time ago.
But my present still feels the past and I don't think it's fair,
because I am not the same.
But forever have I been changed.
Just because I slip and fall, doesn't mean I'm going back to the past.
I am only human, prone to mistakes
So look at me one last time, because I'm going to fly away, and keep everything in my mind.
Stronger I get each day.
Then maybe when this you see, you'll say I'm strong and not weak.