Sitting in my room; drinking all alone; thinking to myself that I'm the type of person that'll never change, I'm a fucking monster and I'll never change. I blame it on the chemicals in my brain. Waiting for the end; hating what I am; chasing after you, like I'm the type of person you could ever love but nothing that I do is ever good enough and I don't really need another stupid crush.
I'm feeling disconnected but not by a lot; maybe wishful thinking is the only thing I've got. Happiness is such a long shot.
You only feel free when you let yourself go. You make the wrong choices 'cause deep down you know that faith in yourself can never fulfill you, so find what you love and let it kill you.