Sour Lips

I'm sick of my complaints
My negative slurs and self pity
It's simply red paint covering myself
The pure is hard to get out
I need to remove these sour lips
The bitter salty taste
They're peeling off, I just need to fully remove them
I need to do something for myself
And stop worrying about others
It is diong me no good, I see that now

There is no one to depend on
No one to lean on for support
I now have to rely on myself, to be myself
I will no longer look on other people
For that only sinks me lower
And I am tired of being tired
And I am sick of being sick
I wnat to like myself
I wnat to breathe in fresh air
And all of this is on my fingertips
Just time to grab it