Why am I complaining the same way year after year
This old game is wearing me out and I'm sure you're tired too
Because every time you talk to me this is what you hear
And I'm so fucking sorry I don't have much better to say
I wish I did, but then I wish I wasn't so riddled by fear
No one likes the messenger
The one who says what's really important
Everyone hates a messenger
Even if everything they say is true
It doesn't matter
Human nature
For every word I type my dissatisfaction only grows
It just doesn't matter how much I say or what the words are
Because tomorrow, today, yesterday, it's still all lows
That won't stop just because I cry into a microphone
I would try to move away but what if this just follows
I hate being a messenger
I wish I was anyone else in the world
Someone who was good at this
Someone who could sing and write
Visceral and emotional
But it won't happen
Even now I'm left with this blank page with nothing
Just some shit scrawled on paper that'll be shredded
God knows I can't let anyone read this kind of thing
Civil minds don't write poems with language like this
Civil hands don't tap keys to songs no one would sing
But here I am, and I'm still trying to get a point across
It's a dark world out there, just turn back now
Don't follow your dreams, because they're actual nightmares
You'll grow up and get big and find that you're still too small
And the weight of the world, will, eventually, crush us all
The weight of your decisions will crush you, too
Keep thinking everything is fine and maybe
Maybe you'll believe your own lie.
