wishing for a time machine
hoping to change everything
or maybe just one single thing
like make my life better

wishing for a time machine
ending things wont change a thing
barely holding on is my thing
like giving up for the better

as I open my eyes
new problems passing
with no hope for a solution
wishing here for me to die

as I close my eyes
no problems passing
nothing else to hope for
I might have already died

crossroads in this rocky path
that I have no choice but to take.
unless I run off a cliff
with jagged rocks below
crushing every hopes and dreams
that will lead to a good night's sleep

i'm a listening ear to anyone
and a nobody to everyone

you may say i'm somebody to you
but we both know it isnt true

showing false compassion
for a nobody like me from you

thoughts are louder
wide awake

head hurts
as if it'll break

thoughts are louder
wide awake

words keep coming
my head aches

still a kid
with one more year to go
to be considered almost an adult
by all the pretentious human beings
who acts as if they know what's better
for me who is
still a kid

i know how it feels
to be broken in pieces.
millions of pieces.

giving it all never works out
turning around for a second
and someone can just easily
sweep her off her feet

coming out of my shell
and all of the perseverance
I tried being there but
it's wasted because I'm irrelevant

trying to be happy
it never works out
because reality wants you to suffer
and makes you wish you're not alive

I give up on reality
society and it's hypocrisy
using your life as a thread
to control you as their puppet

is death the greater good
where there would be no suffering?
is death the solution
to the myriad of problems you are having?
is death the better place
the place where I can finally get a rest?

i recently realised
that i've always been weak
weak-hearted
weak-minded
weak-kneed

wounds so deep
no amount of stitching can fix it
wounds so deep
i doubt it'll heal
wounds so deep
hoping someone'll patch me up