Miserable
(Why do I make myself miserable?)
My room has baskets full of clothes that I haven't folded
My head has voices telling me I kind of deserve it
It would be easier on my body not to push myself to the limit
But it's so difficult when gratification isn't instant
Too much sitting on the shelf
And no one to blame but myself
Why can't I make myself care?
My motivation's not there
Procrastinate, and then I take too long to make the call
Why do I make myself miserable?
I'm too lazy to pick up broken glass when it shatters
Then I walk on the floor and see my feet are cut and battered
Then I'm mad at myself
And I can't really tell if it'll even matter
I feel myself slipping back into horrible patterns
Too much sitting on the shelf
And no one to blame but myself
Why can't I make myself care?
My motivation's not there
Procrastinate, and then I take too long to make the call
Why do I make myself miserable?
Why do I hate myself?
Why can't I ask for help?
Why do I always self-destruct?
Why do I hate myself? (Why do I hate myself?)
Why can't I ask for help? (Why can't I ask for help?)
Why is my mind so corrupt?
Why can't I make myself care?
My motivation's not there
Procrastinate, and then I take too long to make the call
Why do I make myself miserable?
My room has baskets full of clothes that I haven't folded
My head has voices telling me I kind of deserve it
It would be easier on my body not to push myself to the limit
But it's so difficult when gratification isn't instant
Too much sitting on the shelf
And no one to blame but myself
Why can't I make myself care?
My motivation's not there
Procrastinate, and then I take too long to make the call
Why do I make myself miserable?
I'm too lazy to pick up broken glass when it shatters
Then I walk on the floor and see my feet are cut and battered
Then I'm mad at myself
And I can't really tell if it'll even matter
I feel myself slipping back into horrible patterns
Too much sitting on the shelf
And no one to blame but myself
Why can't I make myself care?
My motivation's not there
Procrastinate, and then I take too long to make the call
Why do I make myself miserable?
Why do I hate myself?
Why can't I ask for help?
Why do I always self-destruct?
Why do I hate myself? (Why do I hate myself?)
Why can't I ask for help? (Why can't I ask for help?)
Why is my mind so corrupt?
Why can't I make myself care?
My motivation's not there
Procrastinate, and then I take too long to make the call
Why do I make myself miserable?
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Writer(s): Archer Hale
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