Release
It’s hard acting like your happy when you’re not
Listening to people talk, being in the public
I just want to tell everyone to go away and shut up
All their complaints sound so minor to mine
I try to say it’ll get better in time
But on the inside I know it’s all really a lie
My complaints are small compared to many to say the least
But I’m a schizophrenic, bipolar, crazy loner,
which makes them seem so much larger
Life’s no fun when you’re barely living
The thing is, I couldn’t live if I tried
I’m so unhappy and so bottled up
Writing this to express myself
Hopefully this release will help
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