Leaving never feels right and I don't know what I'm leaving for
I'm just super sad and tired
But you've heard this all before
And my chemical imbalances
Are turning into excuses
Just to let myself down and to let myself feel useless
But I won't let myself
Want to die; I will hold my head up high
Because I know that I am not as useless as I feel most of the time
Most of the time
Most of the time