I feel like I'm supposed to be way better than I am
There's not too much I can complain about
And yet it's like I'm in the same place I was in last year
I've lost hope of ever getting out
I know I've made some progress and some friends who stick around
So why do I still hate the face I see
Maybe I was damned to this the second I was born
What If even in death I won't be free
Counting all my blessings, coming up short
Lucky little life I live
Every day's a battle, every day stays
Running out of f*cks to give
Never going outside even when it's cold
All I feel is what I lack
All these decorations cover up a hole
Gotta go and get me back