3:59 AM

I wish that I could change myself
To stop trying so hard
To be beautiful

I keep trying and trying
And it's so hard to stop
Wishing that someone else could see

Maybe my paranoia plays into it
Maybe I have an overactive imagination
But I can't help thinking that maybe someone will see

And maybe they'll hate me
But maybe they'll be the thing I need
But the thing is

I don't want to need someone
I want to be independent
I want to be happy

I don't want to feel this way
Not any more
I can't keep living this way

I don't even know anything about myself anymore
I can't help what I think
But I just don't know anymore

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

I just