Brutal

I'm so insecure, I think that I'll die before I drink.

I'm so caught up in the news of who likes me and who hates you.

I'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life.

And they'd all be so disappointed 'cause who am I, if not exploited?

I'm so sick of 17, where's my fucking teenage dream?

If someone tells me one more time "Enjoy your youth," I'm gonna cry.

And I don't stick up for myself, I'm anxious and nothing can help.

I wish I'd done this before, and I wish people liked me more.

All I did was try my best. This the kind of thanks I get? Unrelentlessly upset. They say these are the golden years but I wish I could disappear. Ego crush is so severe.

God, it's brutal out here.

I feel like no one wants me. Hate the way I'm perceived.

I only have two real friends and lately I'm a nervous wreck.

'Cause I love people I don't like and I hate every song I write.

And I'm not cool and I'm not smart, and I can't even parallel park.
And I can't even parallel park.
And I'm not cool and I'm not smart, and I can't even parallel park.

All I did was try my best. This the kind of thanks I get? Unrelentlessly upset. They say these are the golden years but I wish I could disappear. Ego crush is so severe.

All I did was try my best. This the kind of thanks I get? Unrelentlessly upset. They say these are the golden years but I wish I could disappear. Ego crush is so severe.

Got a broken ego, broken heart. And God, I don't even know where to start.