Think I understand how things led up to being this way
I'm afraid the choices I've made were just all big mistakes
Should've gone to college, could've made something of myself that way
Wasted all my time in this short life wishing that I wasn't awake
So don't ask me what I'm doing cause you know I'm wondering the same x4
How am I supposed to be an artist if I do nothing
I don't touch my journal my guitar I barely even sing
Yet I still complain that I'm stuck in the same f*cking place
What's the point of being self aware if you don't do a thing
So don't ask me what I'm doing cause you know I'm wondering the same x4"