Wasted

I’ve been illusional this week.

Spent all my money on nonsense again.

I thought I could shake it off.

Now I can’t make these feelings stop.

I thought I was fine three months ago.

When I’m living how they want it to go.

And I thought I didn’t need it that much.

I guess I can’t stay out of touch.

I’m fucked up, I’m mistaken.

I feel like my life’s being wasted.

I’m so complicated.

I can’t help but be high maintenance.

Those secrets that I admitted.

They’ve become so unappreciated.

But I still meant them.

I really meant it.

I gave up again this week.

Is it sad I could care less?

Went through another fight with myself.

Like I’m not worth shit to anybody else.

I wish things could change.

I’ve never been so ashamed with decisions I’ve made.

I’m fucked up, I’m mistaken.

I’m so complicated.

I can’t help but be high maintenance.

I feel like my life’s being wasted.

Those secrets that I admitted.

They’ve become so unappreciated.

But I meant them.

Yea I meant it.

Now they’re just wasted.