My indecisive mind,
Grabs a hold onto me.
Thinking that the world is bad, but sometimes it can be kind,
It's like two voices trying to be heard at once, and I can't handle both their screams.
I'm too young to decide,
The story of my life, and trying to find the perfect plot.
Should I make myself known, or should I hide?
Every single question is a life or death situation to me, and ties me in a knot.
I feel like every step I take,
Inches me closer, to the straw that broke the camels back.
So the real question is should I just act fake,
Just to get myself back on track?
I'm sorry I'm not an angel, and I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
That I can't live life without any hesitations.
My voice is too quiet and the pain is so indirect,
Constantly trying my best, to live up to your expectations.