Self depricating, reclusive,
Regrettably modest.
No ambition, stagnant thought,
Questionably Honest
I don't want to be living
I don't want to be dead
I'll contradict myself
Until the bitter sweet end
Consistently inconsistent
I'll apologize for all the things I didn't do
Or is everything I've just said,
An embellished version of the truth
I don't want to be living
I don't want to be dead
I'll contradict myself
Until the bitter sweet end
This is the make up
Of my complex brain.
Overworked, over thought
I'm certifiably insane
Consumed by hypocrisy
Surrounded by idiocy
For every indiosyncrasy
I'll tighten my lips even more
If Limbo were a real place
That's where I'd fit in best
A place where nothing else exists
No fucking family crest
So please
Assuage my fears, ease my mind
or just leave me here, stop caring
I want to be left behind