They said, " Check your motivation."
Well then, let me tell you.
I have none.
It has been gone along the way.

Everybody's been moving forward—
Growing and moving on.
Am I the only one?

Afraid to take another step forward,
A coward to whatever lies ahead,
Rather it's because of all my missed chances.

Mourning over barely having any childhood,
to hopelessly wishing for my parents to come home,
'Cause right now all I ever want and need is to be loved.

Why did I have to grow up so fast?
Why can't I enjoy living the life that I have just like everybody else?

These days are suffocating.
The ones that passed, the ones to come, and today.
It's getting harder to breathe.

I'm doing the bare minimum yet I feel more tired than before.

I've been pondering about the things that made me like this—
You all have left me here to overthink.
I feel like I grew up alone barely having any emotional support.

No wonder I'm way too scared to do anything—to commit to anything.