Back sliding so fast,
starting to relive my horrible past.
Nobody has a clue.
I don’t know what to do.
It feels so right,
and brings a weird delight.
My head is spinning,
my past I am reliving.
Look at this mess,
I can’t handle this stress.
I need things black and white,
I am ready to give up the fight.
I don’t feel like I belong,
I am always doing wrong.
You cannot deny,
the standard is set to high.
I don’t even come remotely close,
and this I am not proud to boast.
