wake me up when september ends
i always have hated this particular month of the year.
all those things that haunt me about myself... all of them are back. i'm nothing. i do nothing right. that demon on my shoulder keeps whispering into my ear, and i'm buying into all of it.
you're wrong you're wrong you're wrong you're wrong you're wrong you're wrong
thing is, there's no way to know if i'm right. the only way to look for guidance is the past, and the past only tells me that i'm always wrong. so what i want is what i can't have, because what i'll have will be wrong.
i feel like no matter what happens, i'll be living lie.
all those things that haunt me about myself... all of them are back. i'm nothing. i do nothing right. that demon on my shoulder keeps whispering into my ear, and i'm buying into all of it.
you're wrong you're wrong you're wrong you're wrong you're wrong you're wrong
thing is, there's no way to know if i'm right. the only way to look for guidance is the past, and the past only tells me that i'm always wrong. so what i want is what i can't have, because what i'll have will be wrong.
i feel like no matter what happens, i'll be living lie.