Conceited (The)
Technical Difficulties
My life's a mess and my head is poundingunder all this stress, sixteen years and countingonly three months left, I wish i could be loungingis this another test, because i feel like shoutingmaybe you should know thatI'm a train wreckschool is hecticgrades affectedso neglectedmy minds opendone with mopingi'm still hoping i'll keep copingI feel so overpowered,this place is so unfair.So i'll hide in cower;I feel like no one cares.I know that every hour,I'll have to stitch the tears.Social life devoured.I'm falling hard down stairs.
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