Exercising Patience
Don't tell me I'm a mess
I know I wear it on my chest
All these things inside my head
That leave me wishing I was dead
It's hard to love myself today
Concluding that I'm all to blame
For all these things inside my brain
Leading me to wish for my swift decay
And judging myself for what I see
And eating fast food twice a week
They say it's harder than it seems
But just a little patience is what I need
Don't tell me I'm a mess
I know I wear it on my chest
All these things inside my head
That leave me wishing I was dead
And though it's awkward standing straight
And though I love staying up late
I know it's best if I make the change
The mind reflects a troubled body's taste
And I don't see my friends no more
And working less will make me poor
I'm poorer than those who came before
Now everybody left, and they've rigged the door
Is this still worth the effort
To make something out of myself?
Don't tell me I'm a mess
I know I wear it on my chest
All these things inside my head
That leave me wishing I was dead
Don't tell me I'm a wreck
I know it's hard to be my best
With all these things that I regret
I lay down with inside my bed
Don't tell me I'm a mess
I know I wear it on my chest
With all these things inside my head
Believe me when I say I
I get it
I get it
I get it
I get it
I know I wear it on my chest
All these things inside my head
That leave me wishing I was dead
It's hard to love myself today
Concluding that I'm all to blame
For all these things inside my brain
Leading me to wish for my swift decay
And judging myself for what I see
And eating fast food twice a week
They say it's harder than it seems
But just a little patience is what I need
Don't tell me I'm a mess
I know I wear it on my chest
All these things inside my head
That leave me wishing I was dead
And though it's awkward standing straight
And though I love staying up late
I know it's best if I make the change
The mind reflects a troubled body's taste
And I don't see my friends no more
And working less will make me poor
I'm poorer than those who came before
Now everybody left, and they've rigged the door
Is this still worth the effort
To make something out of myself?
Don't tell me I'm a mess
I know I wear it on my chest
All these things inside my head
That leave me wishing I was dead
Don't tell me I'm a wreck
I know it's hard to be my best
With all these things that I regret
I lay down with inside my bed
Don't tell me I'm a mess
I know I wear it on my chest
With all these things inside my head
Believe me when I say I
I get it
I get it
I get it
I get it
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