antipunk

When all I ever do is think about myself its no wonder I accomplish nothing else
How can I help but be depressed when I 'm always longing to forget, it's no surprise
I can't complete a project when the fear of success is back with a fear of failure

I never learn, I just completely ignore what I've been thinking and hope for something different
I'm so confused within this self abuse, to much time spent thinking, but its only been a minute
I can't recall why I thought I wouldn't fall, why this time was going to be different, but there's no use in believing its the same accomplishments deceiving

Why am I so content with living empty every day, I suppose its all the same regardless of the game
I'm so undecided, scared to be excited, I fail to make a difference only an appearance, how pathetic.

I'm so much more than what you see, I just won't commit to convince anybody
Its all acceptance because I hate this
I can't remember what it is was I wanted only that I don't think that I've got it
I'm so content and happy I laugh at how it happens we say we wanted friends but I don't think it matters
I could do anything I wanted I just can't seem to want it