Learning to Live
In my mind I hold self-loathing, beside it sits self-doubt
I'm blamed and I am scolded, "There's nothing to cry about
You're weak and you are selfish, what a stupid thing to say."
I repeat, "Sometimes I want to die, I don't choose to feel this way."
I'm working on my hatred, built up so many years
I'm working on my sadness, I'm working on my fears
I'm working on knowing what it is I really need
I'm working on my worthlessness, I'm working on my greed
It's pretty ignorant to tell me I'm not giving this life everything that I've got
"Sometimes I want to die, but I don't choose to feel this way"
I'm always struggling to know what I need, but I wake up every day and that's only up to me
"Sometimes I want to die, but I don't choose to feel this way"
In my mind I hold self-loathing, beside it sits self-doubt
I'm blamed and I am scolded, "There's nothing to cry about
You're weak and you are selfish, what a stupid thing to say."
I repeat, "Sometimes I want to die, I don't choose to feel this way."