I'm always so alone Even when surrounded
By people that I know
I'm always so astounded
By my ability to ruin everything
Losing friends and starting fires
Everyone thinks I'm a liar
I always stay at home
'Cause I'm not good in public
I sit here on my phone
I'm always disappointed
I watch them live their lives
I wish that I were happy
Victim of my generation
Time machines cannot erase it
Who am I supposed to be?
When will I be complete?
When will they be proud of me?
It's getting harder to see
Slit my wrists, bloody fists
Questioning why I exist
Pain persists, evil gifts