I find myself stressing 'bout what could be
Constantly in fear of what could happen to me
Neverending chances for misfortune
Will good and bad always be disproportioned?
Much more can happen my life's just begun
Maybe it's my fault (Didn't think of that one)
But there's no sense in worrying about tomorrow
Life sucks sometimes I hate myself although
This is real and that's ok
Yeah this is real and that's ok
This is real and that's ok
This is real and that's ok
This is real and that's ok
Yeah this is real and that's ok
This is real and that's ok
This is real and that's ok
This will surely pass I'm sick of waiting
My quality of life is slowly fading
Insecurities I'm trying to outrun
Things were getting worse till I met someone
Maybe now's the time to be a trooper
There is so much good coming in the future
So there's no sense in worrying about tomorrow
My friends will help me love myself although
This is real and that's ok
Yeah this is real and that's ok
This is real and that's ok
This is real and that's ok
This is real and that's ok
Yeah this is real and that's ok
This is real and that's ok
This is real and that's ok
This is real and that's ok
Yeah this is real and that's ok
This is real and that's ok
This is real and that's ok