But it's still not enough.
Drink more water, but it's still not enough.
Clean my room up, but it's still not enough.
If they keep asking me questions I'm going to erupt.
What a freak; what's that kid doing here?
Look at me: 23 with the insecurity of a teenage demi-god.
Clip your wings.
It can't rain all the time, I can't be mad forever.
Am I just growing up? Is this just changing weather?
I know I look weird, I know I'm nothing special.
I guess everyone else is just perfect.
I cannot stand everyone's fucking opinion.
I look at everyone at see porcelain skin and pretty, straight, white teeth.
I look at myself and see everything.
What's the difference between breaking down and breaking out?
Oh god, our troubled selves. Life won't change on Monday morning. I want to change.
I want to change myself.
Early twenties; the same old story.
I want you to run out your voice and leave me in silence again.