clouds

Truth be told, I talk too much to myself, I can't help it

When I'm alone in an empty room, there's still too many voices that I'm trying to listen to

And they all sound the same, with nothing good to say, it's true

When I go out, I drink too much, just to feel the feelings I don't feel until I sober up

When will I be the same, or will I keep on changing

Cause everybody's dealing with their own problems

And more than others some are better at hiding them

And if you ask me if I'm alright, I'll lie despite

I have anxiety, I care too much what people think

Instead of living my life, I'm a puppet on strings