Twelve weeks in quarantine and
Nine months since someone's held my hand
Tripping over my self esteem
Feel like I am drowning on dry land
Sit down with my pen and pad
But I can't write a single verse
And I feel bad for feeling bad
Cos I know I could have it so much worse
How am I s'posed to tell my grandson
When history came knocking on my door
All I did was gain more pounds than Richard Branson
And it looks like I'll be gaining more
In hindsight, 2020
Was not the year I hoped it would be
Bad times I've had plenty
My mental health has tanked like the economy
I'm all out of f*cks
This great depression sucks
I'm done being part of history
All the plans that I may have had
Have been dashed against the wall and turned to dust
I don't know how to deal with that
But we keep moving forward cos we must
I'm one of the lucky folks
Who gets to risk my life by going to work and that's ok
Cos at least we get a pay rise and a round of applause
Oh wait no, we get nothing and that's also ok
I don't know whether it's just me
But do you guys feel as though
Everything's been shitty since like 2015
This feels like the climax of a poorly written show
In hindsight, 2020
Was not the year I hoped it would be
Bad times (Setbacks have been) I've had plenty
I just want to graduate from university
I'm busting my ass
Please just let me pass
I can't still be at uni when I'm
Twenty nine. The time is slipping through my fingers
And just the bad stuff lingers
I just wanna be a singer
In hindsight, 2020
Was not the year I hoped it would be
Bad times I've had plenty
My mental health has tanked like the economy
I'm trying my best
Just like all the rest
Everybody's out here holding on
We cannot give up until its done
Here's hoping for 2021