Tomorrow is another day.

It’s hard to be the youngest one 

It’s hard to be anyone

Sometimes I feel like the weakest link 

Always looking like a twink 

I fear I disappoint them all 

Who cares  

It’s like someone’s waiting for me to break 

But its me inside taking charge 

I see myself from a different view 

The demonic one, the one who spews 

I hate myself, I love myself 

What difference does it make 

There’s always someone lying down internally to take

 

I see black visions, red and blue

I don’t think I’m the faithful one 

Just the one who fakes the glue