I feel I'd rather be someone else
someone that would matter
as I sit here my mind wanders
trying to think of something better
I ask myself why I'm here
what's the purpose
I wear a mask to hide
I feel worthless
I used to be worthwhile
but somehow I lost all my value
I can't find it, I lost it
I guess I have failed you
my mind continues to wander
and I start to think I'm not good at all
and sometimes I wonder why
I'm even here at all
I see if I can
do something significant
but I usually leave most of my opportunities
wasted and say it wasn't meant
my calendar is filled with days
that are empty and now gone
I look back and there all regrets
just turning into bruises in the long run
but you try to convince me
I'm a little more than useless
you tell me I should know
but I never knew, I knew this
I've noticed that weekends
are a symbol of how I waste my time
I use it to convince myself
that without me the world would do just fine
it's my life not yours
it's my right to use it like I should
it's not like
I'm doing this world any good
you still tell me
I'm a little more than useless
but no one is ever around
who going to help me through this
no one could actually care about me
so stop trying to tell me I'm not useless
maybe it's just something you don't see
I look back at the scars
and still say I have no purpose
but yet you continue to tell me
that I'm a little more than useless
so I'll survive for now
telling the world that I'm just fine
but in my mind I'm still worthless
and everyday I'm dieing more and more inside.
