I don’t worry about my past,
I worry about my future,
Will I be great, or another loser.
Honestly I’m scared
Scared for what waits there,
Scared that I will miss my moment,
Scared I’m stuck in a home with,
With regrets, disappointment,
Nothing to look forward to, simply hopeless,
What THE FUCK DO I DO?
Who the fuck are you,
I say as I look in the mirror.
I try to be a good person,
I try to make things right,
But sometimes I think late at night,
Is everything I’m doing wrong,
Have I known all along,
I get on my knees and pray,
Waiting to hear what you’ll say,
And all I hear back is nothing,
So I fake a smile but I’m just fronting,
Because what’s going on in my mind,
It’s constant all the time.
I’m always worried if I’m taking the right steps,
Am I walking the right path or going left.
What do I do if I can’t turn to you,
But you know what they say,
Just look up and have faith.
Because one day things will change.