Why do I sit around here and wonder,

If all’ll be ok?

Why don’t I get of my ass,

And do something today.

Why do I always regret everything I do?

And why I am fighting my causes,

at the same time I’m reaching them to.

Why do I make things such a struggle,

till the time when they might just break?

And sometimes they can’t hold the pressure,

not a pound more it takes.

Why do I keep failing,

at everything I try to reach?

Probably cause I always,

try to find a new way to cheat.

And if this keeps going,

I might never find.

The perfect place,

that I once imagined in my mind.

And I just keep running.

Till it’s not at all funny.

Cuz every thing that I do wrong,

Will lead me to regret.

And every regret that I have.

Will make me feel like there’s no goal’s that I’ve met.

Which Is easily a lie,

But I’m still traped inside.

And I still sit around and wonder,

Will all be ok?

But now I’m actually doing something,

Fighting for what I want today.

I never knew it could be this hard,

to reach what I knew was always there.

Yet still I make it harder,

And I can’t see progress anywhere.

I used to think everything was fine.

And that nothing would ever go wrong.

But I still felt like I was missing something,

something I shoulda had all along.