What am I supposed to do
When nothing's what it should be?
When everything isn't true
And it all just makes me angry?
All that cured my pain before
Doesn't work the same.
I'm crying and I wonder "wherefore"?
My previous state I reclaim.
I'm broken and I feel useless.
I doubt there's nothing that can fix it,
The thought of this just makes me anxious.
So I hurry to find an exit.
To make myself be heard,
And to rid myself of hurt.
Because I'm sick of being injured,
Because I'm sick of seeking comfort.
So here I'll just have to wait,
Just like I did before.
As my happiness continues to deflate,
I'll continue to wonder "wherefore"?