I believe I've done everything to make them proud,
But every failure brings me down.
Each emotion within me, it's someting I despise.
And I wish that maybe, I may learn to control it.
Because everytime it gets worse,
Everytime I pity myself,
Everytime I cry,
A lifetime of sadness,
And everyday it applies.
I hate my self for being myself.
That's why I need to cover up my failures.
Pretending to be wise,
When in fact I'm dumb and have nothing to say,
I'm not like them,
They're all role models.
I can't be like them.
My past may never apply,
Cause my past are all but perfect.
I have done something I shouldn't,
It ate me up.
I've done my self pity.
And it will always be this way,
I always have nothing to say.
