​hello!

Hello, I have an almost pathological need to be liked
I don't know, why
Every romance I’ve had ended tragically
Life's fucked, man I come by sadness casually
I don't even know who I am when the day ends
I get mad and I go on the defense
I don’t even know what's going on in my head
Fix it with a bullet now I'm on the floor dead
Couldn't even understand, couldn't even reason why, can't even cope with the fact that I'm gonna die
To be fair I have so many questions
So many problems, awkward erections, weird celebrations, sincere relations
Sometimes I find it so hard to stay patient
Because I just don't know how to live
How do I speak, how do I forgive?
How do I deal with it when I get sad?
Why can’t I control myself when I’m mad?
How do I act so that people will like me?
What do I do when someone wants to fight me?
How do I get that girl to stay?
Am I not enough? What the fuck, stay away
But it's not like I care look me I’m just fine
I just use humor to bandage my pride
Mask all my problems and pretend I'm good
Can't take it off now, wish that I could
Cause I can't love with genuine connection
I get so distant but I crave affection
Yet at the same time I’m scared to commit
I can't deal with all this psychic shit
But if I can explain why I feel bad
Maybe I won't be alone
Maybe I'll throw in some jokes for a laugh
Maybe I'll make that my home