It's the worst feeling in the world. I take two steps forward only to get shoved 10 paces back. Each day I wake up and my heart forgets what I taught it yesterday.
I know my problem.
This is no way to live, no way to be.
But when it gets too much to bear, I get weak. And because I am weak I am ashamed in me.
I'm not supposed to be like that.
People tell me all these different things when I haven't said a word about nothing.
I make myself man up, chin up, head up; I make myself hold it in.
The one thing that I can't stand is that no matter how hard I try,
I'm no where.