I'm sick of staring in the mirror, trying to figure out
What I should fix next
I wasn’t always like this
Obsessed with appearances
I guess
Is this just growing up?
A constant state of over analysis
And if that’s what this is, I don’t think I'm into it
Fuck I'm getting stuck again
Can’t get out of my own head
I want to run and hide
I hate looking at myself
I can’t see anything I like
In what’s staring back
I'm sick of cursing at clouds
As they follow me home
I just want some space
But they won’t leave me alone
And it’s not fair this feeling that they won’t leave me be
Feels like anytime I leave my house
I struggle to be me
Fuck I'm getting stuck again
Can’t get out of my own head
I want to run and hide
I hate looking at myself
I can’t see anything I like
In what’s staring back
At me
