Coming from another isn't enough,
Yet the negative words stand out,
You say have a wonderful day yet you mean the opposite, according to me.
I know it isn't right to rot in front of the tv,
But when you can't handle your own life it's an escape from reality.
Paranoid social anxiety, I've dug deep in my head to find a monster.
Hold tears back to not repeat, the sadness and despair I've created.
I know now what I must seek and it cannot be from me, I've lost that ability.
I guess I always knew what was there, I built on top of it.
And now I've dug deep in my brain and found the negative.
The pressures gone too long and I could write another song and never go through with it,
Jealousy and resentment have created a pitfall of a tiring mess.
I wanna be happy for you and all that you do, but I'm hanging myself.
if i was a painter, would you buy my art
if i was a stranger, would we ever talk