A lot of things I'm goin' through.

Sometimes I don't know what to do.

Sometimes I'm feeling really blue.

Someone please tell me what to do.

One day I wanna say I grew.

One day I wanna have a clue.

One day I wanna have I made it through,

but can that ever be true?

Sometimes my life is

felling like autumn.

Pretty colors on the trees

like a nature paint gun shot 'em.

But what the colors hide

is what happens inside.

The leaves change colors and

fall because they have died.

Fall because they have died.

Fall like the tears I've cried.

Swept up in piles like my feelings

and pushed to the side.

Every time that I've lied.

Every time that I've denied.

All the times that I've failed no matter how hard that I tried.

All the times that I've shied away from new things

because I never had that much pride.

All of this is way too much for me.

I think I might go crazy.

I'm stuck in my head

and I cannot get out.

Laughing while I scream

and punching walls while I shout.

Curled up in a ball on the floor 

internalizing fear and doubt.

Antagonizing emotions.

Losing my normal devotions.

Used to just go through the motions,

now the world is coming crashing down.

Like waves in the ocean,

a nuclear mental implosion.

I once believed in the notion

that this too would pass.

Panic attacks during class.

Shattered like pane of glass.

Life is a pain in the ass.

Ears ringing like bells of brass.

Kid in the mirror I harass.

Stress and confusion amass,

alas, I'm still here.

Although I ponder in the thought of what would happen 

if I was to suddenly

disappear.

A lot of things I'm goin' through.

Sometimes I don't know what to do.

Sometimes I'm feeling really blue.

Someone please tell me what to do.

One day I wanna say I grew.

One day I wanna have a clue.

One day I wanna have I made it through,

but can that ever be true?

One day I wanna say I grew.

One day I wanna have a clue.

One day I wanna say I made it through,

I'm keep telling myself that it's true.