Asking myself what I keep writing for, keep making mistakes but I don't need more. I don't need liquor so I won't pour. Anxiety inside of me I just wanna roar.
Tired of dreaming, tired of screaming and tired of bleeding.
I got hope, but it was misleading. Please don't ignore my pleading.
I'm sick of the performing, just want to wake up to a different morning.
I'm telling you that I'm okay, hoping you won't see pain.
My smile is just an act, something I use to not be attacked.
I don't need the question, don't want to talk about my depression.
I am not ready for a confession, I can't handle the aggression.
I don't want to see your expression, I try to focus on my profession.