Quarter Life Crisis

I feel so lonely, in a room that's full
Need to stop holding my expectations so high
Not everyone is kind like me
Cares the same way as me
Can listen, just like me

Such a shame that I'm my own worst enemy
I hate who I am
The energy, this loud bright thing
I've evolved to

And you can't stand this
And you fell far from the best
And you held this
A little too close to your chest

Are you listening, or waiting for your turn to speak?
Words flow out so effortlessly
I can see how I can be cool
I just give one too many, fucks

Loves the eternal conflict I pull out of nothing
It's not a talent, but at least it's there

And you can't stand this
And you fell far from the best
And I held this
A little too close to my chest



Credits
Writer(s): Rebecca Stephen
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