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Description
A pessimist by nature,
And I'll always feel safer,
Believing that I am a mess.
Nobody will love me,
My friends do think of me,
As a waste of space,
A vile little pest.

Don't care for me,
Don't make believe,
That I am a good person at all.
Because I over think, I judge,
I'm incapable of being loved;
I'll always throw myself into a wall.

And I've tried and I've tried,
And no, I never lied,
But that got me no where at all.
I'm still called a bitch,
An evil fucking witch,
I'm left without any one to call.

I don't want the attention,
But this hopeless, neverending depression,
Has been eating me alive for years.
And as I try, and I try,
I'm not going to lie,
That everlasting goodbye,
Seems appealing.

But along with the fear,
I'm forever stuck here,
Because apparently,
There's people that love me.

Or is that just what I want to believe?

Description
A pessimist by nature,
And I'll always feel safer,
Believing that I am a mess.
Nobody will love me,
My friends do think of me,
As a waste of space,
A vile little pest.

Don't care for me,
Don't make believe,
That I am a good person at all.
Because I over think, I judge,
I'm incapable of being loved;
I'll always throw myself into a wall.

And I've tried and I've tried,
And no, I never lied,
But that got me no where at all.
I'm still called a bitch,
An evil fucking witch,
I'm left without any one to call.

I don't want the attention,
But this hopeless, neverending depression,
Has been eating me alive for years.
And as I try, and I try,
I'm not going to lie,
That everlasting goodbye,
Seems appealing.

But along with the fear,
I'm forever stuck here,
Because apparently,
There's people that love me.

Or is that just what I want to believe?